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I am officially bored.

I am officially uncomfortable.

I am officially a boy-kisser.

I am officially uninterested in the fate of my first true love.

I am officially unable to recall my first true love.

I am offically a fascist, in my own way.

I am officially tired of dealing with artists.

I am officially glad that it’s Carnival time.

I am officially looking forward to the Krewe du Vieux parade this weekend.

I am officially not ready for the Society of St. Anne Ball.

I am officially unprepared to begin directing Camille.

I am officially in love with Jonno.

I am officially not in love with Will and Grace.

I am officially thrilled that we’re having houseguests for Mardi Gras.

I am officially excited by tornadoes.

I am officially uninterested in “twinks”.

I am officially frustrated with my external modem.

I am officially in search of an official to propogate my official pronouncements.