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03 March 2007

♥ this weekend is lame so far.

this weekend is lame so far.

Gigantic, skin-exposing hole in my favorite jeans has grown to epic proportions. Now the majority of my ass is exposed, rendering them completely and utterly unwearable.

We're out of peanut butter. According to the Sandwich Laws of Deliciousness, the following should be true:

If peanut butter + jelly = delicious and peanut butter + banana = delicious,
then banana + jelly = delicious.

Unfortunately, this rule is dismally untrue.

Nasty cough causes me to sound as though I'm hacking up a lung when attractive grad student calls to chat with me about summer internships.

Snazzy mail from National American Miss pageant makes me feel as though someone, somewhere has finally recognized my pageant potential, until Torsten calls me to complain that he's received the same invitation.

Necessity to do laundry has progressed to the point where I'm stuck with playful turtle underwear, which hasn't been cool since the 6th grade.

While my favorite columnist, W. Bruce Cameron, is writing stupid columns about moving (it's not even funny this week), archenemy Marty Meitus insists on writing an extra-long piece about how picky her teenager is. Really clever and original, Marty. I'm glad the Post is wasting their ink on you.

Grouchy neighbors insist on telling parents what time I actually got home when they weren't here last Thursday, despite friendly note and enticing chocolate chip cookies left on their doorstep this morning. See if I ever bake for them again.

♥ the best is yet to be.
3/03/2007

♥ yours truly. ;

"And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep." --Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five

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♥ Thank you

Jasmne
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