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i feel week
02/02/2006 = 05:06 PM

Quotation of the Week:

"We never know what is enough until we know what’s more than enough."
– Billie Holiday

Of course, she was thinking of life's excesses, and I'm thinking of Cheddar/Pretzel-flavored Combos, but who's to say which (if either) of us is right or wrong?

Right now, I'm deriving more comfort from Hoops and Yoyo (thanks, sweetie) than I am from traditional spiritual dogma, and in my world, that makes sense.

So, in lieu of talking about being mad at the G0d I believe in right now (that's between me and Him — and no, don't think you can correct my grammar, smart-aleck ... between is a preposition and, as such, is to be followed by the objective, not the subjective, thanks ever so, and that's how you turn a theology discourse into a lesson in Standard English), I'm going for the silly and meaningless.

Ganked from his-holiness, which, no, is not going back to the theology thing:

Celebrity Sex-Dates

The rules are as follows:

Create seven days' worth of dream dates. Then choose one celebrity date for each night of the week and one alternate for each night, in case your first choice dream date is, say, in prison or snorting coke off a hooker's tits.

Also, and most importantly, the celebrity must be breathing.

Remember — each date will end in wild, hot sex (hence the name of the meme), so select your dates carefully.

Sunday: Tony Bourdain, please come over to my house and bring snacks. We might watch the Superbowl. Or we might get distracted. But bring the snacks anyway. I'll provide the beer. (Alternate: Alton Brown.)

Monday: William Petersen, I'll meet you somewhere there's a carnival and ride the rollercoaster with you. That's not a euphemism. Much. (Alternate: Eric Szmanda)

Tuesday: Brad Sherwood, grab your guitar and find us a bar with an open mike night. We're going to make jokes and sing at people till we get thrown out. (Alternate: Chip Estin, but minus the guitar, I guess.)

Wednesday: It's Prince Spaghetti Day. So come over, The Artist Formerly Known as The Artist Formerly Known as Prince Who is Currently Known as Prince. I'll make the spaghetti. (Alternate: Sean Bean. I'll make baked beans instead.)

Thursday: Poker night. Chris Ferguson, get over here and put it all in. (Alternate: Mike Matusow. Shut up. I like funny men.)

Friday: Andrew McCarthy, you're not busy (thanks to ABC being fuckwads extraordinaire). Take me out someplace nice where we can show off how much hotter you get as the years go by. (Alternate: Rob Lowe.)

Saturday: Saturday is the night my mom comes over, and never let it be said I don't share. Patrick Stewart, you will not be bored, I assure you. (Alternate: Sean Connery.)

You're totally not tagged unless you want to be, but, hello, it's fun. And it does, pointless as it is, make your mind do a little work.

Like Sudoku, only dirtier.

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drinking: raw dog energy beverage fizzy-lifting drink
listening to: The Wallflowers, 6th Avenue Heartache
raw dog: has horny goat weed in. heh