Jessica Coen

suck it up, whiney mcbitchnmoan

alexbalk:

So Cechin is on vacation for the week, which seemed like a fine idea at the time. Of course, “at the time,” none of us knew that Tyler would be leaving. (Except maybe Tyler.) Anyway, I’m pretty much overwhelmed right now, which, if you’re reading Radar with any eye for correct grammar, spelling, punctuation, etc., is abundantly obvious. If you see anything glaring, let me know.

Yeah, well, I’ve got both Intel editors out tomorrow. And for subs, I’m counting on a couple of extras from No Batteries Included.

To be fair, it *is* from the whiz who brought us 'Still Standing'

Waxy memories

I still go to Maya because of this.

doree:

I was discussing the merits of various bikini waxing places (palaces?) around town, and was reminded of one TODO (that godawful one-thing-a-day feature that Choire mercifully killed as one of his first acts in office) that was actually fun to write. Here’s a little taste:

We’ve got to hand it to her—bitch was fast. We barely had time to blink, let alone tear up, before large sections of our nether regions were being removed with alacrity. She was also reassuring, telling us that it wouldn’t be much longer now. (Rrrrip!) “You want me to do lips, yes?” she asked in her Russian accent. We nodded, barely, not really thinking. Wait—lips? Those lips? we thought, panicked, as she hoisted our leg in the air. Just when we thought we couldn’t take anymore, she said, “Okay! Almost done. Now you turn over, and hold your butt cheeks open!” Aha, we thought, flipping over awkwardly and stickily, on the paper she’d rolled on the table. We felt vaguely like a newly shorn lamb.

All that being said, I never did go back to Maya.

As I remember it, it was more self-flagellated.

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