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vintage Sesame Street makes me cry.
i haven't seen Sesame Street in at least 3 years. but i was just thinking about it.
and i teared up.
so there you go.
i'd write about the game last night, but my heart can't take reliving it.
plus, it's all fuzzy anyway.
i do know that guy Dirk is ridiculous! wow. and OMG Wade. and damn you, Shaq. and Riley could still get it.
and that's it.
rum is fun.
i really did think it was only supposed to be 3 out of 5 OR 4 out of 7. so did Mom. two ditzy drunk chicks trying to figure out the weirdness that is basketball is hilarious. even to us.
we were so loud, though! and we even did high fives, like 50/11 times, even though we usually frown upon this behavior. but c'mon, some of that stuff really did require high fives and palm slaps and Arsenio Hall arm pumps. i did manage to refrain from doing that dumb ass air push up thing that Kenan Ivory Wayans started way back in 4000 BC, so it wasn't so bad. we were guilty of all the other dumb shit, though. and i don't care. cuz it was fun.
i loved all 5867409232 minutes of the game. this casual fan stuff is great.
my arms are so weak! i'm going to buy like, barbells or something and work on building strength in them or something. seriously, like, right now, even, my left hand is all weak! am i going to have a stroke? or a heart attack? i forget which.
how come barbells and dumb bells aren't the same thing? or are they?
this weekend went entirely too quickly.
i talked to J like, twice! or three times! yeah, it was lame. haha.
i have to send out emails to everyone to tell them about Happy Hour at the Westin. it's easier than calling. i already did a thingee on MySpace. that was fun, but... yeah, i'm over it.
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oh. because yesterday was Father's Day, Mom called Gramps, right, and found out that Wallace had to get a pacemaker. WTF? this has got to be the unhealthiest 45 year old in all of history. a part of me feels bad about it, but mostly i just feel indifferent. but Mom cried for him. because she's a big old sweetheart, that's why.
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vintage Sesame Street makes me cry.
i haven't seen Sesame Street in at least 3 years. but i was just thinking about it.
and i teared up.
so there you go.
i'd write about the game last night, but my heart can't take reliving it.
plus, it's all fuzzy anyway.
i do know that guy Dirk is ridiculous! wow. and OMG Wade. and damn you, Shaq. and Riley could still get it.
and that's it.
rum is fun.
i really did think it was only supposed to be 3 out of 5 OR 4 out of 7. so did Mom. two ditzy drunk chicks trying to figure out the weirdness that is basketball is hilarious. even to us.
we were so loud, though! and we even did high fives, like 50/11 times, even though we usually frown upon this behavior. but c'mon, some of that stuff really did require high fives and palm slaps and Arsenio Hall arm pumps. i did manage to refrain from doing that dumb ass air push up thing that Kenan Ivory Wayans started way back in 4000 BC, so it wasn't so bad. we were guilty of all the other dumb shit, though. and i don't care. cuz it was fun.
i loved all 5867409232 minutes of the game. this casual fan stuff is great.
my arms are so weak! i'm going to buy like, barbells or something and work on building strength in them or something. seriously, like, right now, even, my left hand is all weak! am i going to have a stroke? or a heart attack? i forget which.
how come barbells and dumb bells aren't the same thing? or are they?
this weekend went entirely too quickly.
i talked to J like, twice! or three times! yeah, it was lame. haha.
i have to send out emails to everyone to tell them about Happy Hour at the Westin. it's easier than calling. i already did a thingee on MySpace. that was fun, but... yeah, i'm over it.
...
oh. because yesterday was Father's Day, Mom called Gramps, right, and found out that Wallace had to get a pacemaker. WTF? this has got to be the unhealthiest 45 year old in all of history. a part of me feels bad about it, but mostly i just feel indifferent. but Mom cried for him. because she's a big old sweetheart, that's why.
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