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Monday, July 18, 2005

Lynda Carter

This morning on my way to work, a man walking by said I looked like Lynda Carter. At least I think it was a man—it was a sizable hipless person in taxicab-yellow sportswear flaunting an upswept do, sequined barrette, freshly lacquered nail tips and a 5 o'clock shadow. I would prefer to think he was a Wonder Woman fan, but he struck me as the late-night infomercial type. Not a good sign.

Posted by emfoley at July 18, 2005 10:27 PM


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