�Danced near (and later met) John in the Morning.
�Got drunk.
�Three out of every four Americans will become a parent. (And I bet you a million dollars that Person Number Four has the highest IQ of the bunch.)
�Men are kind of skeevey.
�I am not pregnant.
�It never rains in Sunny Seattle.
�It gets pretty bloody cold though.
�Got drunk.
�Daphne costume/Scooby gang very successful.
�Actually kind of liked that Jackass movie, although I was more fond of the goofy pranks (i.e., blowing air horns at self-important golfers) than the really painful/disgusting ones (multiple paper cuts, getting shot in the stomach, poop in the pants). Also, having never seen the show, was surprised at handsomeness of eponymous jackasses.
�Got drunk.
�Most men do not care how fake-looking your breasts/wig/blue eyeshadow is/are. They like shiny things and round things and things that come in bright colors, and that�s about as far as it goes.
�The employees of my neighborhood video store hate me and mock me to my face.
�I am not getting anywhere near enough sleep.
�There is a channel called the I-channel (on my brand-new, 30-channel, $12 cable television) which shows nothing but Japanese soap operas. Sometimes they have subtitles, sometimes not; sometimes they are period soaps, sometimes not. I am fascinated.
�I am not drinking anywhere near enough water.
�Men�s lives are easy and unstressful, and contain no moments of waiting anxiously to see whether or not their pee will make a little stick change color.
�Three parties in three days is too many, and somehow depressing.
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