Jean-Paul Sartre is sitting at a French cafe, revising his draft of Being and Nothingness. He says to the waitress, "I'd like a cup of coffee, please, with no cream." The waitress replies, "I'm sorry, monsieur, but we're out of cream. How about with no milk?"

Dear Buddha, Please bring me a pony and a little plastic rocket...

You might know me as that Romanian goth chick from Lee Rudnicki's Blog 7.

Then again, you might not.