2003-11-08 - 9:56 a.m.
Psst! It's David's birthday on Monday. He's out of town this weekend and probably won't post. Go send him some lovin'! (Ew! Not that kind of loving!) He'll kick my butt for posting this, but eh. Worth it.
It was maybe not the best idea to move my spare TV (tiny 10" thing) and VCR into the bedroom. Last night, arriving home at midnight after the worst play ever**, I needed a little lift. Brushed the teeth, clambered into the faithful Kermit jammie pants and poppped in The Wizard of Oz. Oh my. Talk about drug-addled dreams. At one point I was having sex with a big bobbing head resembling The Wizard. Ack. Woke up from that one in a cold sweat.
I'm off this morning to buy bunny for dinner. In case anybody's squirming at our eating Thumper, ya should know that I buy from a farm that uses the rabbits to keep down their weeds on fallow fields. The rabbits are sold for meat only when the population expands beyond the farm's need. In other words, there's a whole Circle of Life (cue the cheese-ass Elton John) thing happening. It's sustainable farming at its best.
Besides, Thumper's yummy.
I'm wincing just thinking about Helen reading that. Sorry love.
In other news, my body is fucked up. Somehow I'm a week ahead of my birth control pills. How does this happen? I should be perfectly easygoing and relaxed, five days into the pack, but instead my boobs are the size of small children and weigh just as much. I've got ovulation backache. They're birth control pills, for pete's sake. Aren't they supposed to control things? More, I thought I'd have at least a week where my sex drive was that of a normal human being instead of something out of a Heinlein character. Nope. Scratcher better take a nap before he comes over.
One last thing.
I heard the nasty, horrid rumor about John Cusack and Britney. Nooooo! It will ruin Grosse Point Blank forever! Noooo!
**A loooong production of Ionesco's Exit the King. Worst acting I've seen in years. So sorry, Whoolie. (She was Queen Marie.) But. Never. Again.
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