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Subject lines are my white whale. Don't ask.
I watched the finest little piece of cheese you'll ever see last night (no, not Jessica Simpson) - Can't Buy Me Love. What a tremendous movie, which involves absolutely no thinking at all. Patrick Dempsey is perfect, Amanda Peterson is way hot and then careerwise apparently disappears of the face of the Earth, and even Gerardo is in it (that's right ... Rico Suave). What's not to like?
Two people I went to school with have contacted me in the past month. Weird thing is, I haven't talked to either of them in at least 15 years. Very cool, and very odd. Is it 1985? I'm going to see The Fixx play in July, so maybe it is. If only Billy Idol would return my calls. Bastid.
I think I'm going to keep a running count of stupid things people do on the roads. I'd imagine I'm going to need a calculator to keep track. Scary.
Had a nice dream about tornadoes last night. I'm sure there's some hidden meaning to running from tornadoes in a dream. I'm expecting the Wizard to show up any second now, and flying monkeys, too. Hopefully, they won't come out of my ... well, you know the saying.
Is there anything better than getting woken up by a cat hurling? I didn't think so. Next up would be getting woken up by the house alarm. Third would be getting woken up by Milton Berle.
Ok, people, so you don't like Ronald Reagan, but now is not the time to criticize him - have some respect for the deceased and his family. And for those of you that DO like Reagan, he's not going on Mt. Rushmore. Everyone needs to take a chill pill on this thing. Crimeny.
I think I've gotten the "I'm new here" excuse 4 times in the past week. Uh, that doesn't excuse you being an IDIOT! Either suck it up and figure it out, or do something else. Did I say crimeny yet?
Hey, I don't have a song that makes me want to top myself today. Joy! I guess those tornadoes cleared up my head a bit. Maybe now I can remember how to put on my socks.
Subject lines are my white whale. Don't ask.
I watched the finest little piece of cheese you'll ever see last night (no, not Jessica Simpson) - Can't Buy Me Love. What a tremendous movie, which involves absolutely no thinking at all. Patrick Dempsey is perfect, Amanda Peterson is way hot and then careerwise apparently disappears of the face of the Earth, and even Gerardo is in it (that's right ... Rico Suave). What's not to like?
Two people I went to school with have contacted me in the past month. Weird thing is, I haven't talked to either of them in at least 15 years. Very cool, and very odd. Is it 1985? I'm going to see The Fixx play in July, so maybe it is. If only Billy Idol would return my calls. Bastid.
I think I'm going to keep a running count of stupid things people do on the roads. I'd imagine I'm going to need a calculator to keep track. Scary.
Had a nice dream about tornadoes last night. I'm sure there's some hidden meaning to running from tornadoes in a dream. I'm expecting the Wizard to show up any second now, and flying monkeys, too. Hopefully, they won't come out of my ... well, you know the saying.
Is there anything better than getting woken up by a cat hurling? I didn't think so. Next up would be getting woken up by the house alarm. Third would be getting woken up by Milton Berle.
Ok, people, so you don't like Ronald Reagan, but now is not the time to criticize him - have some respect for the deceased and his family. And for those of you that DO like Reagan, he's not going on Mt. Rushmore. Everyone needs to take a chill pill on this thing. Crimeny.
I think I've gotten the "I'm new here" excuse 4 times in the past week. Uh, that doesn't excuse you being an IDIOT! Either suck it up and figure it out, or do something else. Did I say crimeny yet?
Hey, I don't have a song that makes me want to top myself today. Joy! I guess those tornadoes cleared up my head a bit. Maybe now I can remember how to put on my socks.
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