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11/09/2007 = 01:17 PM

I have the icky snifflies, which means I cannot catch my breath, which makes being mournful not only emotionally, but physically painful.

Sahara Aldridge's family and friends choose to celebrate her short life, and I myself need to start keepin' on with keepin' on. Which means a fresh post and, with any luck, no more usage of the word "which."

I have nothing, today, beyond the icky snifflies, so I'm reading blogs, selecting random sentences, and finishing them as I would finish them (as opposed to how the original author finished them).

It’s important to have goals. My goal is to find someone carrying a cupcake and mug him or her.

You don't have to live in France to want a glass of wine first thing in the morning.

I climbed down the rocks because it was less painful than my usual method, which is just falling and hoping I land sooner or later.

Most people have commented on how fast they get tired of reality television, yet it continues to be the most popular genre of television today.

So technically it's a new week, but not really.

For as one dream comes true, another swiftly gets shot to shit.

It was good to be reminded that, together, we create magic that has the potential to really fuck with the universe. 

There is a house we pass on the way that currently has an inflatable turkey on its lawn. Yes, aforementioned turkey lights up. Never let it be said of my neighbors that they don't pull out all the stops.

CAUTION: This blog entry was prepared by a writer who reads Peanuts.

Please list the things you are meh about: Theraflu Daytime (doesn't seem to work and does make me woozy); my calendar picture this month (it's a tree and some rocks, woo); that guy who has revised his file not once, not twice, but three times, after I told him to make sure it was ready before we put it online the first time. That one, mind you, assuming we translate "meh" to mean "OH MY GOURD SOMEONE NEEDS A BITCHSLAP QUICK."

The architect may be completely unfamiliar with the concept of fiscal responsibility, but the Sydney Opera House is uncannily reminiscent of a box of dishes I dropped once.

WE INTERRUPT THIS NOTHING TO BRING YOU SOMETHING

*** http://www.elderscrossing.com/ ***

Boy, I sure hope that's not a hoax. Because, do want. Even if it's fan-created.

WE NOW RETURN YOU TO YOUR REGULARLY SCHEDULED NOTHING, ALREADY IN PROGRESS

Next week, fashionistas everywhere will be sporting red noses and carrying wads of Kleenex^®-brand facial tissue in their leopard-skin Gucci purses. I am Just That Edgy.

I’m on beer zero, for those of you keeping score. I hope to bring my tally up in a later round.

I've learned I'm no party animal, unless the animal is, possibly, a hermit crab.

Nothin' says "lovin'" like the poot-step. If you have a man or boychild in your life who isn't gay or otherwise well-mannered, you will recognize the poot-step. It's sashay - two - three, bump with simultaneous spiderbarkage, grind, resume normal walking and either ignore woman saying "Ew" or explain that you only do it because you care.

The first thing on the agenda is to find the bathroom. This is true of any agenda that has my name at the top of it, so get used to it.

I once got lost in grammar school, trying to find my way back from another classroom. Actually, that's not true. It wasn't once — it happened every time I went anywhere in that school by myself. I have the world's worst sense of direction.

I think I'm done with this. Not only have I lost interest in myself, but I've gained interest in finding out about James Potter (o please let it not be a hoax) and I guess that's the first step in the whole keep - on - keepin' - on routine.

Tags: stuff

drinking: tea
listening to: nothing
and did i mention: please please please let it not be a hoax