It seems I have forgotten a large number of the things I was going to write today. I wish I could remember those things and forget everything else, though at least some of them were probably about the things I don't want to remember, so perhaps it's best that I forgot them. *nods*

Egads... I have been posessed by the spirit of Blogging Yogi Berra.

No one. Is ever. Going to talk. To me. Again.

I now have Bermuda shorts.

Mmm... it's peppermint... so soothy... ok, you talked me into it.

Would it really be rational to have another cup of tea?

I just don't know what to do with the daylight.

There are these red spots on one page of my library copy of "Prozac Nation" which I really, really hope are tomato sauce and not blood.

I finally told me MIF to fuck off. I said, "You have no regard for how your actions affect other people." Truer words have not been spoken from mountaintops.

Two days til my birthday. Refugees of war-torn Middle Eastern nations who have nothing but one goat are in a more celebratory mood than I.

After all, they have a goat.

What Natural Disaster are you?

Whoo hoo! I am RISUSA THE TSUNAMI!!

Funny phrase of day: "My fairy keeps getting caught!" - Dork who wears big silver fairy ring (i.e., me).

Runner-up: "Have you ever wondered how crazy people tie their shoes?" - Me again, slightly drunk, watching crazy person flail about in pub.

Hey, I'm on a roll.

Eh.

There really just seems to be no point to reality.

This coming from the girl who's wearing black fuzzy cat ears in her profile. But, that's different.

Check out how cool I am: I have Harry Potter green apple bath soap with a lightning bolt cut into the bottle, and YOU DON'T!

And may I use this moment to point out how much people's Yahoo profiles crack me up? It's always something like:
Name: LORD OVERKILL
Occupation: MASTER OF DARKNESS
Location: Dayton, Ohio

*snicker snicker*

Now that I have heard "Mr. Jones" performed live, I can die happy. Also noteworthy: some jerk behind me kept shouting "LONG DECEMBER!" As if they weren't going to do Long December. Sheesh. Then someone else yelled out "FREEBIRD!" which was pretty funny, and the band played a few unnervingly competant lines of it. I guess this proves that at some point in every band's career, they have to learn "Freebird."

I have decided to send my brain on holiday to Cancun.

Do not forward my calls.

Do not pass go.

Do not, under any circumstances, disseminate anything without the express written consent of Major League Baseball. At least not until I get back.

Adios! *waves*


mmm... mental margaritas...

No one is ever going to talk to me again. I am convinced of it. I am adrift in my little boat. La la la. Whee...

Just because I HAD TO KNOW -

Billboard's Top Ten Albums:

Godsmack (I think this is one of those bands teenage boys on skateboards listen to)
Linkin Park (I think ditto)
50 Cent (score one for black guy with funny name)
Various artists, Now 12 (I'm going to assume that Jennifer Lopez is on this somewhere. Either her or Rotting Garbage. Even though I made them up.)
Lisa Marie Presley (Huh?)
Ginuwine (Not a clue)
Cher (Proof that people over 40 still buy music)
Celine Dion (pop, but not bad)
Norah Jones (Kinda know who she is)
Evanescence (not bad)

The Top 40 also featured, in ascending order of evil: #31 Christina Aguilera, #22 Avril Lavigne (more evil than Christina because she thinks she's... heehee... punk), #24 Justin Timberlake, and, number 40 with a bullet, some kind of ghastly Christian rock confection. Perhaps if you get both #'s 31 and 40, good and bad (or saintly and slutty) will wage war for your eternal soul via your CD player. Now, that's what I call music.

Thus ends my heartfelt yet completely ineffectual assault upon the music industry. I shall now go quietly into this good night.

*bows*