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let's sing a song of five
12/21/2005 = 12:07 PM

Captain Ron did a list of bad things about winter, and I was practically screaming, "Word! Sing it, brutha! Amen!" after each one.

But then I said, "Golf Widow, you need, first of all, to stop with the talking to yourself, but you also need a nice hot cup of Calm the Fuck Down Before You Give Yourself a Nosebleed. 'Cos you are just one cuh-way-zee ranting bitch this week."

So, I thought the best way to calm down would be to make a list of Stuff I Like About Winter.

1.

All right, we'll try something else.

Five Little-Known Facts About Me

I was tagged by Jenn for this, but I still adore her in spite of it.

Now I just have to think of five, because I've been writing this whatever-it-is for four years and nearly a thousand posts, and I don't know if there are five things I haven't covered yet.

Hrm.

(Oh, by the way, not tagging. If you want to do it and say I tagged you, you may; if you'd prefer not to do it, I still like you.)

1. I still resent my kindergarten gym teacher for telling the Mom I never asked to go pee. Of course I never asked. I had my hand up, but the old bitch ignored me, and we weren't allowed to talk unless we were called on. And I still feel guilty that the Mom had to bring me clean clothes. And yes, I'm still embarrassed.
2. I am passionately jealous of anyone who's ever been nominated for one of the big-time blog awards. Knowing I'm not even good enough to be nominated (or popular enough, if it really is as elitist as everyone claims it is) is depressing.
3. When I'm awake, Anthony Bourdain's my theme ingredient (heh), yet despite this, I have far fewer sexy dreams about Tony than I do about Alton Brown. AB is REM-candy in my cranium at least once a month, and I have no idea why this is so.
4. It took a long time for me to accept the fact that some of my relatives will always be kinder to strangers than they are to family. Once I accepted it, it made it easier for me to open up to friendships that are stronger than those particular "blood" bonds.
5. I love looking back at where I was ten years ago and realizing that, as fucked up as my life is now, it's so much more together than it was then.

Brain Confetti Sports Bulletin:

Johnny Damon is leaving the Red Sox for the Yankees, which is akin (according to Bostonians) to high treason.

I don't know (or care) anything much about this, except that, when I saw Damon on Queer Eye, he refused to cut his hair or shave. Now, of course, the Yankees have a ban against beards and long hair, which means that Kyan Douglas could've done a complete makeover of Damon if he'd only forked over the $52 million right then.

End confetti. Back to your regularly scheduled piss-and-moan, already in progress.

drinking: von dutch energy beverage fizzy-lifting drink
listening to: London Symphony, Beethoven's Pastoral (Giulini conducting)
does anybody know: the name of a mediterranean dish containing figs and grapeleaves rolled in lovash or pita?