The Stars and the Cookie Jar

[start dictation]Um. My girlfriend looks good in a tichel. Bahaha. And I'm bored because nobody's updating. Not even baristas. Dance, monkeys! Dance, green-aproned monkeys! Am at girlfriend's very intimidating office job. Mmmm, retail, so comfy. Even if I do have a dress code. And you know what's funny - I showed up to her job in dress code. Ummm, and we went to Starbucks. Dude, I don't know. [censored] ummm, she censored me! I was only talking about [censored]. Ummmm, Nny and Sophie are in Ireland (not yet), ummmm, they'd better call when they get there. Not that Sophie's not already there. Also, Bertie Ahern's foreign minister person, no love. Turns out you can't export an Irish minor citizen if you're not an Irish citizen. Related by blood or Not Gay. Ummm, and I get to meet her family. Help! Help! Help! Help! Au secours! Gevalt! Hilfe! Does anybody know how to say it in Mandarin?!?

Ummm, am still vascilating on whether to be gay and jewish at the same time in front of the family. I want them to like me. In fact, I need them to like me. Not a personal need, a strategic need. As am marrying daughter. And congratulations to penmage on a similar subject. Thank you, that is all.

Also, PS - what should I bring to the family Thanksgiving celebration?

That is all. [end dictation]