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[Edit: Oh, fine Steve, I admit it. You're right. I'm sorry boys. See the third paragraph of this entry where I talk about my knack for saying wrong and/or insulting things. Wait, is THAT ironic?]
Like Jordan said, if I had a penis this post would be about Halo 2. I don't and it's not and thank god because I don't understand how even you H2 addicts could stand to hear about how much it RULZ for the eighty-seventh time.
R.I.P. ODB. His death completes the most interesting trio of celebrity deaths that I have ever witnessed (celebrities always die in threes - but you know your urban legends, don't you?) Yasser Arafat, Christopher Reeve, and now Ol' Dirty Bastard a.k.a. Dirt McGirt a.k.a. Big Baby Jesus (...?). I don't know if the world can ever produce a better dead celebrity triad.
This weekend involved awkwardness on many levels. Fortunately, things weren't awkward between the people I was hanging out with and me...but with others connected to us in perhaps a few too many ways. I set a record in the field of tactlessness, but I doubt this surprises anyone. I know I'm always the friend who has her foot so far in her mouth that it practically needs to be surgically removed. The ironic thing is, more than one person has pointed out this glaring fault of mine but not one has done it tactfully. Wait, is that actually irony? Matt Thomas please comment.
[Also, Gillian, you would appreciate this: I have a freaky eye injury. It has been red and painful and swollen and the nurse said I might have a soft tissue infection (!) so I have to go to the E.R. or UrgentCare or something. Sigh. I (well, obviously) can't wear a contact in that eye but I hate wearing glasses because I feel so clumsy in them, so I've been going around wearing a contact in just my right eye. Ha, ha. Imagine having no real depth perception AND blurry vision all at the same time. When I walk I tend to the left and I'm always running into things. I will tell you how it goes. Oh, and by "appreciate," of course I meant "be horrified by."]
Like Jordan said, if I had a penis this post would be about Halo 2. I don't and it's not and thank god because I don't understand how even you H2 addicts could stand to hear about how much it RULZ for the eighty-seventh time.
R.I.P. ODB. His death completes the most interesting trio of celebrity deaths that I have ever witnessed (celebrities always die in threes - but you know your urban legends, don't you?) Yasser Arafat, Christopher Reeve, and now Ol' Dirty Bastard a.k.a. Dirt McGirt a.k.a. Big Baby Jesus (...?). I don't know if the world can ever produce a better dead celebrity triad.
This weekend involved awkwardness on many levels. Fortunately, things weren't awkward between the people I was hanging out with and me...but with others connected to us in perhaps a few too many ways. I set a record in the field of tactlessness, but I doubt this surprises anyone. I know I'm always the friend who has her foot so far in her mouth that it practically needs to be surgically removed. The ironic thing is, more than one person has pointed out this glaring fault of mine but not one has done it tactfully. Wait, is that actually irony? Matt Thomas please comment.
[Also, Gillian, you would appreciate this: I have a freaky eye injury. It has been red and painful and swollen and the nurse said I might have a soft tissue infection (!) so I have to go to the E.R. or UrgentCare or something. Sigh. I (well, obviously) can't wear a contact in that eye but I hate wearing glasses because I feel so clumsy in them, so I've been going around wearing a contact in just my right eye. Ha, ha. Imagine having no real depth perception AND blurry vision all at the same time. When I walk I tend to the left and I'm always running into things. I will tell you how it goes. Oh, and by "appreciate," of course I meant "be horrified by."]