My fucking computer died again (4th time in 9 months). So I'm not not on aim (double negatives rock) because I'm dead or in a drunken coma, it's just that I'm as good with technology as I am with children. Or homeless people.
Other than that, um, life is pretty dull. I've watched Drop Dead Gorgeous about 80 times this week, and Clue about 50. Because I have nothing better to do. It kind of makes me wish that I was in a drunken coma. (Only not really, so CALM DOWN I DON'T HAVE A PROBLEM). But I plan to spend the rest of the week watching Lifetime movies, crying into my wine over the loss of Debra Winger's career. So that's something to look forward to, right?
In other news, I sprayed the guy in the wheel chair with my grape sodie. And Meg, I'm so sorry I forgot your birthday, I feel like such a bitch. I'll make it up to you by giving you my first born or something.
Also, I had a dream I was taking some class, and Candy Bergen was in it.
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and it was everything I hoped and dreamed
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July 16 2005, 13:15:46 UTC 6 years ago
There is nothing exciting for my birthday for the rest of my life. It all ended at 21.
Actually, I have a great idea. Whenever you have your firstborn and your firstborn can somewhat do a sassy dance number - have her do a rendition of Another one Bites the Dust. There. That's your payment.
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