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Wow. Just finished East of Eden. That is what you would call a masterpiece. I love it. I reread the last few pages, it bothered me. I had to, lke I had to make sure it was over, or I had th wording right ro something. Very good. I was in Target not ten minutes ago, and spied on a shelf "the book that brought back Oprah's Book Club" - my very own East of Eden. I had taken my copy in with me
Me: blah blah bl-
Mom: Colette, you brought your book with you
Me: *look down* oh
and mine looked better, a little worn, with my ribbon bookmark, and finger gripping Caleb's words. I felt all knowledgable "ha, well, I was reading it long before Oprah was. humph. I mean really."
In the words of Rizzo the Rat : "well, houty touty. Pardon me, Marlon Brando"
Speaking of which, saw a Swedish Chef kitchen in Target. And a Beaker! I think kids these days have really lost out on the Muppet Show. Such a shame.
So, found out how to get on really tight pants. Pull the waist band right up to your butt, then simultaneously jerk the pants upwards and do a pelvic thrust. I saw myself do it in the mirror, and started laughing. Maybe I've found myself a new party trick.
Did I ever have a party trick? go figure...
As much I gripe about being female, and there good reasons, I am so very glad I am. I mean while you do have to carry children if you get pregnant, or you're the one who has to have the abortion if you screw up, etc. there are bright sides. I was doing my Anatomy hw. And I really really like my sexual organs on the inside. Oh god. *wimper* ewwwie! haha, I'm such a little girl at times. lol, if I ever got married, on our wedding night, he'd be taking off his pants and I'd say "what the hell are you doing?! put your pants on!! For godsakes! Ew, your naked butt all over my clean sheets? Not happening." In the words of "Vic and Rob" (who belive "gay" means "masculine" and take it as a compliment) "no ovaries allowed."
I would such a thing. Who wants ovaries? Seriously, some woman who desperately wants children (why, I'll never know) can just take mine. My gift to you. Really. Hey! CAN ORGAN DONORS GIVE AWAY OVARIES?!! dude!! hmmmm *rubs chin*
brb. calling Inova fairfax.
Me: blah blah bl-
Mom: Colette, you brought your book with you
Me: *look down* oh
and mine looked better, a little worn, with my ribbon bookmark, and finger gripping Caleb's words. I felt all knowledgable "ha, well, I was reading it long before Oprah was. humph. I mean really."
In the words of Rizzo the Rat : "well, houty touty. Pardon me, Marlon Brando"
Speaking of which, saw a Swedish Chef kitchen in Target. And a Beaker! I think kids these days have really lost out on the Muppet Show. Such a shame.
So, found out how to get on really tight pants. Pull the waist band right up to your butt, then simultaneously jerk the pants upwards and do a pelvic thrust. I saw myself do it in the mirror, and started laughing. Maybe I've found myself a new party trick.
Did I ever have a party trick? go figure...
As much I gripe about being female, and there good reasons, I am so very glad I am. I mean while you do have to carry children if you get pregnant, or you're the one who has to have the abortion if you screw up, etc. there are bright sides. I was doing my Anatomy hw. And I really really like my sexual organs on the inside. Oh god. *wimper* ewwwie! haha, I'm such a little girl at times. lol, if I ever got married, on our wedding night, he'd be taking off his pants and I'd say "what the hell are you doing?! put your pants on!! For godsakes! Ew, your naked butt all over my clean sheets? Not happening." In the words of "Vic and Rob" (who belive "gay" means "masculine" and take it as a compliment) "no ovaries allowed."
I would such a thing. Who wants ovaries? Seriously, some woman who desperately wants children (why, I'll never know) can just take mine. My gift to you. Really. Hey! CAN ORGAN DONORS GIVE AWAY OVARIES?!! dude!! hmmmm *rubs chin*
brb. calling Inova fairfax.