Don't you hate when you type a URL the length of a tapeworm and hit enter, only to learn you ended it in .coom?
Now every time I try to visit the Lower East Side Tenement Museum, I'll end up at the google help desk.
So yesterday, I saw the movie I Love You, Man and felt that Paul Rudd's character is a lot like me. This is no egotistical boast, as anyone who has seen the film can tell you. You see, his character is also accustomed to making up ridiculous words in lieu of sounding deliciously intelligent. Yesterday, for example, I was ruminating on how thick and clumsy I felt my first week of intensive dance classes two years ago. I told my mom--of course it was my mom--sleepily that I felt like a trinoceros.
Which must be nothing other than the love child of a triceratops and a rhinoceros, right? Ugh.