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  • I feel dirty, the last of a three part series.When I saw this guy, I knew he wasn’t just the giver of free hotel stays and $1,000 online shopping sprees. No, he was “the closer.” It was his job to convince me to buy som…

  • I feel dirty, part two of three.I follow my assigned timeshare salesperson back into her office.It’s decorated with pictures of her family and signs of her faith. On one wall are a few Polaroids of the few people who b…

  • I feel dirty, part one of three.A few months ago, I entered a drawing to win a new car. I don’t remember doing so (glug glug), but I must have because one morning at work, there was a voice mail from someone with news a…

  • I’m disgusted with myself. Repulsed. Sickened. Last night I didn’t do myself any favors, although I had the opportunity to do several. It started with my choice for dinner. I could have made something. Somethi…

  • Ever hear of the comic strip "Toothpaste for Dinner?" Now you have.Here's one of my favs.

  • Weekend ticker for Effyourslef (EFSLF).Please consult an advisor before investing.Friday afternoon, up 2%I leave work early. And even it’s just a half hour early, it beats not leaving early. Friday evening, up 8%A g…

  • The deterioration of my body, part one of an indefinite series.I limped to the bathroom this morning.That’s because at exactly 6:04 according to my alarm clock (5:48 real time) I woke up to the most excruciating leg cram…

  • Berlin, part two of two. In no particular order, a smattering of notes and observations from Deutschland’s capital: • Eff you? To indicate the number “one,” Germans don’t use their index finger, they use thei…

  • Berlin, part one-and-three-quarters of two.A public potty. Despite the name, I assume you can poop in there, too.

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