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1. Colin Powell resigned yesterday. And Ms. Rice couldn't keep that gappy grin off of her face as she made her speech today accepting her nomination to replace him. Could she sound more insincere when she mentioned what a "great" man he is? I shall light a candle in front of my Colin Powell doll this evening in a vigil for my political true love. Dare I hope for one more sparring with Tim Russert on Meet The Press? I shall have to wait with bated breath until Sunday. Sunday will tell.
2. I've had a cold since Friday, but I don't have time to go to the doctor until Thursday. Here's hoping it will blow over by then. I am suspecting a sinus infection, however, due to the fact that I have cheeks like a toy soldier.
2a. If it were legal for girl and cough drop to wed, I would now be betrothed to my dear Honey Berry wonders. Maybe you can do that in Europe, lots of freaky stuff is legal there.
2b. I blew a snot bubble in front of clients here at work today. It was beyond my control, my nose now has a mind of it's own. In related news, my nose is an alcoholic. I think it's soaking in all the codeine and turning it's self red and drunkenly emitting snot at random embarrassing intervals.
2c. I am so attractive.
3. My fifth graders confused John the Baptist with John Kerry in class yesterday. A happy teacher this did not make.
4. I bought that new crest "whitening expressions" (bam!) vanilla mint toothpaste because it sounded interesting. Now I am sad, because it is roughly the equivalent of brushing your teeth with frosting. Somewhere, Emeril Legasse's teeth are rotting and falling out like little pebbles.
5. My parents pulled up the carpet in the living room so wer could have hardwood floor. While helping them lug said carpet to curb, two things happened:
a) my dad pushed me off the porch into a tree, and
b) once at curb, mom pulled carpet out form beneath me, and I ended up rolling into middle of street.
Both claim their actions were accidental, but their laughter suggests otherwise. I am on to you, mom and dad. Or, as I now secretly refer to them, Satan and Wife of Satan.
6. I have to find an "and guest" for my office christmas party in a month. This shall be a challenge. Anyone want to be my "and guest"? Or would know of some hot piece of man that could accompany me and make me look good? I'll break out the yellow pages soon in desperation, methinks.
7. I like itemizing my thoughts.
2. I've had a cold since Friday, but I don't have time to go to the doctor until Thursday. Here's hoping it will blow over by then. I am suspecting a sinus infection, however, due to the fact that I have cheeks like a toy soldier.
2a. If it were legal for girl and cough drop to wed, I would now be betrothed to my dear Honey Berry wonders. Maybe you can do that in Europe, lots of freaky stuff is legal there.
2b. I blew a snot bubble in front of clients here at work today. It was beyond my control, my nose now has a mind of it's own. In related news, my nose is an alcoholic. I think it's soaking in all the codeine and turning it's self red and drunkenly emitting snot at random embarrassing intervals.
2c. I am so attractive.
3. My fifth graders confused John the Baptist with John Kerry in class yesterday. A happy teacher this did not make.
4. I bought that new crest "whitening expressions" (bam!) vanilla mint toothpaste because it sounded interesting. Now I am sad, because it is roughly the equivalent of brushing your teeth with frosting. Somewhere, Emeril Legasse's teeth are rotting and falling out like little pebbles.
5. My parents pulled up the carpet in the living room so wer could have hardwood floor. While helping them lug said carpet to curb, two things happened:
a) my dad pushed me off the porch into a tree, and
b) once at curb, mom pulled carpet out form beneath me, and I ended up rolling into middle of street.
Both claim their actions were accidental, but their laughter suggests otherwise. I am on to you, mom and dad. Or, as I now secretly refer to them, Satan and Wife of Satan.
6. I have to find an "and guest" for my office christmas party in a month. This shall be a challenge. Anyone want to be my "and guest"? Or would know of some hot piece of man that could accompany me and make me look good? I'll break out the yellow pages soon in desperation, methinks.
7. I like itemizing my thoughts.