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[Aug. 10th, 2008|07:22 pm] |
Fuck John Edwards. Seriously. If he lived around here I'd go castrate him, and that may or may not be the steroids talking. |
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[Mar. 11th, 2008|03:43 am] |
Eliot Spitzer, arguably the most famous AG of our (by which I mean "my") time...
(Allegedly) got a perfect score on his LSATs...
Tried to legalize gay marriage...
Went after Wall Street, the Gambinos, Dick Grasso, and PROSTITUTION...
I could have even forgiven him for Hillary...
Man, there are no more good guys anymore. |
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[Jan. 31st, 2008|04:35 am] |
Have I mentioned how much I loathe REO Speedwagon? Well, I do. I watch CNN in the mornings as I get ready for school, and a couple times an hour they play that moronic Holiday Inn commercial (oh, sure, it was funny the first time) wherein those three mongoloid motherfucks tunelessly slur "Take It On The Run." So there I am, trying to watch me news and wash me hair, and all of a sudden I hear, "Tekkit ah the RUHHHHH, baybay / Ish thass the way you wannih baybay / Theh I doh wan you AROOOOOOWN!" And then the entire song plays in my head for hours, until it flips some type of internal disc changer in my brain, whereupon it starts to play "Roll With The Changes." Also for hours. It's stuck in there right now, God help me. REO Speedwagon is what the jukebox in Hell plays. (And then it spits your quarter back out and it bops you on the noggin.)
In other news, Tod may have scurvy.
That is all. |
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[Aug. 23rd, 2007|08:29 pm] |
I am in a lot of pain, and only a little of it can be imputed to my transcendent, devastating clumsiness. I have been constantly walking (and participating in other, less public forms of exercise) for the past 2 days, and my body now thinks I'm trying to murder it. I walked all 3 1/4 miles of Baxter Boulevard today, and on top of the considerable pain and stiffness that I accumulated yesterday, it feels like I died several hours ago. However, the bathroom scale has finally deigned to move a bit, so maybe I will survive the torture.
Hobbes seems to be adjusting much more nicely now that he and Bella are inseparable friends - he is much bolder and seems much happier now. I keep taking endless pics of them snuggling together, but they are just so perfect and adorable that I can't resist. Little Bella-cose and Hobbes-tinate...together at last, and making life infinitely more chaotic (but interesting)!
Orientation is next week, and I am incredibly excited. And terrified. I've already had several nightmares about receiving a B+ for my first class, not having studied for exams, not having received the materials in time, etc. Normal stuff. Although that last one is perilously close to coming true; the assistant dean of the law school still needs to send me some materials that I was supposed to have received by the 17th; I'm supposed to study them before orientation. I'm hoping they arrive soon, because I really don't have much study time before then...
So, Karl Rove is finally gone - I suppose there wasn't much more damage that he could have done. And Tony Snow is going. Evil geniuses, both of them. Despite that good news, my beloved Obama isn't doing as well in the polls as I'd like, although recently I DID quite possibly influence one woman to vote for him in '08. Moooahahahaha - winning dem Dems over, one at a time! I mean, who else? Hillary is a hypocrite, and Fightin' Joe Biden just doesn't seem to be an option anymore. And John Edwards is a puss. Whereas Barack is truly the man of the future.
Tod's home; I think I'll go and participate in that other form of exercise now. And then I'll have some (sugar- and fat-free) pudding! |
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[Jun. 9th, 2007|02:41 am] |
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I'm steadily adapting our little hobbit-house into a more Tod-centric space, giving him his own closet, e-mail account, bathroom shelf, etc. Given his dissatisfaction with his last couple of living situations, I'm assuming that once he is made to feel like a first-class citizen (and, quite incidentally, lavished with love and affection on a daily basis), he will stop being quite so pessimistic.
He has promised to be my drill seargent (now why does that word not look right when I type it?) in the daunting quest that is making me ripped and buff, which (now that I've gotten used to the idea) is rather a good notion. I may be pretty damn cute, but that does not mitigate the fact that my upper arms are the size of Easter hams.
Anyway...one can only hope that my beloved Dr. Jack will come out of retirement long enough to put Paris out of her suffering. Euthanasia is the only merciful option in this case; she is a terminal GIT. "It's not right!" Oh, Paris...what's not right is talking on your cell phone when you're getting whaled on by a guy with a member the size of a Clydesdale's. For your egregious sex tape alone, you should mildew in County for eleventy-hundred years. Hope you like bologna and broom handles, cupcake.
 : time to count 'em... |
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| This is the single greatest news story I have ever seen. |
[Jan. 12th, 2007|10:16 pm] |
Click HERE for the story! |
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[Nov. 13th, 2006|08:02 pm] |
Just saw the "60 Minutes" tribute; what a fabulous man Ed Bradley was. I feel like I've known him for years (26, to be exact)...
(That's the one thing I dislike about not being famous; I would have loved to hang out with him and Jimmy Buffet.) |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2006|06:23 pm] |
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Barack Obama interests me strangely re: 2008; if my man Joe Biden doesn't break through soon, I may have to throw my allegiance behind Obama.
He's dapper, well-spoken, writes eloquently, and votes relatively green. Of course, one wonders whether the nation would have enough balls to finally vote a black man into the White House, but it does seem at least tenable.
And he's even got a ready-made campaign slogan, complete with theme song:
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[Oct. 16th, 2006|04:47 pm] |
Madonna is the most ridiculous creature.
Sure, she wants to be like Angelina. We all want to be like Angelina. But that doesn't mean she can go around stealing people's children.
And how confused will this poor little boy be?:
"Well, honey, your new Mommy is a pan-sexual slut named after the Blessed Virgin. No, she's not actually Catholic anymore; she practices a trendy form of Judaism, or at least she will until she gets bored with it and embraces Zoroastrianism. But followers of Kabbalah all get to wear pretty red string around their wrists, change their name to "Esther", and hang out with Britney Spears!"
"Do YOU want a new name and a pretty red string for YOUR wrist? Oh no, you don't actually have to believe in the tenets of Kabbalah to wear it. It's just to signify that you're the member of this special little club."
"No, she's not British, she just sounds that way. Sort of. Like, if you plug up one ear and listen to her talking in a noisy room, maybe. But she does have the bad teeth!"
"Come on, little Esther II, let's go find your brand new Mommy! Just don't be too surprised if she's wearing pasties and fellating a rosary, okay?" |
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[Aug. 16th, 2006|10:03 pm] |
Whaddaya mean, the Ramseys didn't do it?!? (They were certainly creepy enough to have been child-murdering molester types; those revolting pageant video tapes are ample proof of that.)
Dig this: the guy who did confess is currently being held in a Thai prison for unrelated sex offenses. Um, call me a prude, but isn't Thailand basically one big pervy tourist orgy for those who are so inclined? What do you have to DO to get arrested for a sex crime in Thailand, anyway? It's got to be something truly heinous, like raping a nun with a goat. (Or maybe raping a goat with a nun.)
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I'm utterly exhausted, but I can't sleep just yet. Maybe it's because there's a functionally retarded cricket underneath my window who's chirping erratically: often enough to make his presence known, but he has no musical talent, timing, or follow-through. He is the William Hung of crickets.
This Ambassador program was incredibly intense, but rewarding. I was able to float important MSR concerns & solutions in an open forum to the VPs, most of whom were receptive, and several of whom seemed frankly enthusiastic. I got to know a lot of the corporate staff (many of whom I seldom see), job shadow with project managers, nurses, etc., and learn a lot about the direction in which the company is headed. And it was hella fun getting to know my fellow Ambassadors.
You know, I totally applied on a whim, but now that it's over I wish it had lasted longer, and I feel really honored to have been selected for such an opportunity. Plus, I got to eat free lobster two nights in a row.
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(Oh, and please don't let Timmy have quit...?) |
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[Aug. 2nd, 2006|11:21 pm] |
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I actually liked a bit that Joe ("I Can Out-Cracker K-Fed!") Scarborough did on his show tonight.
(Please don't tell the neighbors.)
Y'all know how Mel Gibson was whinging about how he was "blacking out" from the likker he'd consumed when he blew .12 on his Breathalyzer this week? This level of inebriation (which would get his ass laughed out of Maine in a nanosecond, ayuh Bob!) was, according to Sad Max, the only reason he was hurling epithets at Jews, women, Afghan hounds, and tea cozies that night.
So anyway, Ol' Possum Joe took it upon hisself‡ to get one of his interns just as semi-squiffy on the show as Mel was that night, and the results were not un-pretty. At the end of the experiment, said intern was able to pass a field sobriety test perfectly and fire off coherent e-mails to whichever 2 viewers were bored/stoned enough to request them. In addition, Intern Boy did not make one ethnic slur during the hour, or even cast offhand slights at the Belgians (who obviously have it coming).
So: MSNBC has reported; you decide! Clearly Mel is either just a smurf-sucking pussy boy (which those of you who have seen his weiner in the deleted scene from "Braveheart" assure me that he is not), or he is a lying liar that tells lies.
My head/nose/throat hurts; where's me bleedin' Nyquil? I wanna get semi-squiffy, too!
Effing Belgians...
‡ I'm sorry; I just don't have the energy to do this entire entry in dialect. Coping with a viral infection is trying enough without throwing some weird-ass gumbo patois into the mix... |
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[Sep. 17th, 2005|08:41 pm] |
One thing that never fails to make me happy...
I was reading the CNN ticker shortly after Warren Zevon died, and one of the items that scrolled past, sandwiched in between the stocks and the sports scores, was:
Anyway...
Company party today (saw Baby Maia in person for the first time - absolutely beautiful! Once more do I have baby envy)...Bob Marley was great, the free booze was great, and now I am a wee bit tipsy. But only a wee bit! Because one must have standards, one knows. Plus, if I had had any more to drink, I might have done something indiscreet with an attractive male person.
There are currently 2 kinds of eye candy in view, and I am ogling. Must be more discreet - no one must know! But I haven't gotten any in a week, and it's hard to maintain my self-esteem. Do people suddenly become UNattracted to people? Because if Tod has fallen out of lust with me, I will hurt him severely.
My headphones are making my ears hurt. Thus, there is only one solution: remove my ears. |
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