November 14, 2003
November 14, 2003 - 4:27 p.m.
My Friday night plans:
Rocky and Bullwinkle
Better Off Dead (young John Cusack showering in his socks)
Many, many Citron and tonics with Cec
Ah, stupidity. It's not just for kids anymore!
In an entirely pointless aside,last week at dinner I caught Scratcher describing our bodily shenanigans to his friend J as "porn-star sex". I'm still grinning.
November 14, 2003 - 1:28 p.m.
Hello, Cheddar X. "What's happenin', hot stuff?"*
1. What's the best advice you've ever gotten?
Think before you speak. As Alice sang in the drug-addled, Disneyfied movie, "I give myself/very good advice/but I very seldom/follow it."
2. What is the best thing you've ever found?
Found? You mean like the hot pink gum under the restaurant table that transfers itself to the knee of your expensive black silk pants, but which you don't see until it's spread itself like infectious disease all over your leg and thigh?
3. What three words describe your blog?
Ticking.Time.Bomb. No, wait, that's me, not the blog.
4. What was the most recent thing you did that seemed like a good idea at the time but later events proved otherwise?
Sex the second time with Geologist. Bad nookie...ugh. So not worth it. He's proof that size is not enough.
5. What two celebrities would you most like to see fight to the death?
What kind of horrible Romanesque** question is that?
6. What do you think is the best thing about the internet? What's the worst?
Best: accessibility of information. Worst: the impact on our worklives. There's no such thing as slowing down any more, and I really do attribute a large part of that to the web.
*If you don't get the reference and you're between the ages of 27 and 35, hang your sorry-ass head in shame. Here's another hint: "No more yankie my wankie?"
**Romanesque in the throat-tickling, purposeless violence kind of way. Not architecture. Though if you even know what Romanesque architecture is, I'll be at your house wearing the below bra and garter belt as fast as my stilettoes will carry me.
2003-11-14 - 10:52 a.m.
When the going gets tough, the tough buy sexy underwear. This and this, thankyouverymuch.
Just don't use the phrase "credit card debt".
2003-11-14 - 8:35 a.m.
I have good news and bad news. The good news, excellent in fact, is that my mom's okay. Whew and thank god and all that stuff. There was dancing and crying when we found out. No necropathy, very little damage at all, in fact.
The bad news: yesterday I met with Boss #4, our office manager, who outlined my options for the future. Option 1 is the equivalent of being a baby mouse, coshed on the head and fed to a growing snake. Option 2 entails being nekkid, covered in honey and swarmed by wasps. Stung to death or being digested - which would you take?
When things really get bad, all I want to do is look at something happy. So here's Siana in her watermelon Halloween costume.
Ah, that's better.
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