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is the latest way my mania/anxiety expresses itself. Too many thoughts and not enough people to call at one in the a of m. Luckily, there is always this website thing. Stream of conscious powers! Activate!
- When I show you my new ipod shuffle it is because I think you might like it. It is not because I want you to hang it from your ear or nipple.
- Apparently some guys are still shaving their chests.
- Stranger Than Fiction brought out a descriptive adjective unused perhaps ever by me. "Delightful". This is not a word ever used, but there it was. "Delightful". The only thing unliked about the movie was it's ability to make this word emit from me.
- My concern for Britney Spears and Kevin Federline is nil. Perhaps though Madonna could adopt their children.
- Rich Little is alive and was on Letterman. It was not an impersonator imitating Rich Little's imitations. It was Rich Little. Paul Lynde is still dead though. The longing for an Uncle Arthur, beyond realization, ever.
- Linda Hunt. She always picks great roles.
- My winter weight has not set in on schedule this year. Usually the waist goes from 31 to 32 by now. Something is amiss.
- My oven has not worked for a year now. My ex put a glue trap in it one day and told me. One drunken night my mind forgot that fact, and the oven was turned on, filling the apartment with poison-mouse-killing-glue smoke. Correction: my oven works but is not usable.
- Animals and babies like me. Anything with a limited vocabulary likes me. This includes drunks.
- If the waitress at Himalaya Tea House ever rats me out regarding the three different dates accompanying me there in the past month, my mortification will be hard to hide. So far she has just given me a knowing smile. It pays to be a good tipper.
- The overhead lights in my kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom went out within a week of each other. In searching for deeper meaning in this, nothing has revealed itself.
- There was a cheer in high school that involved buying a rooster, putting it in a hut, then buying a panther, and the panther kicking said rooster's butt. It pops into my head constantly of late but the specific words elude.
- Those "naked house cleaners". Do they iron? Shouldn't the picture in their ad be devoid of clutter?
- If "Sugar Walls" is on the jukebox, my dollar made it happen. Even if it is an Irish pub. The fact that the blonde trollop that my Bulgarian coworker had the hots for had the hots for me is a bonus.
