Rhetorical

There is simply no reason out there for me to see the new Julia Roberts flick. She just bugs the crap out of me. Plays the same character in every movie. I don't need to hear that gigantic mouth guffaw. I think the only movie I ever liked with her in it was "Mystic Pizza", and probably because she was a nobody. Never saw the one about the hookers, not all the way through, and though I really like the movie "Steel Magnolias", I think they should have cast someone else for her role.

I never wear green on St. Patrick's Day because I am Irish and have green blood.

Speaking of St. Patrick's Day, I used to take the second half of the day off on SPD and the first half off of the day after so that I could go celebrate and not be all hungover the next morning. The best SPD memory I have is getting to Silky Sullivan's in Fountain Valley, CA at opening time, sucking up to the owner, and then sneaking all my friends in through the kitchen all day rather than have them wait in the horrendous lines to get in. That was a great day.

Since I have no money I have decided to shop for a new digital camera.

I wonder sometimes if Seca ever looks at Lava and says "Shit I want her fur."

My mood is completely controlled by the weather. When it rains I am a raving bitch. When it is sunny I am everybody's best friend. I would hate being my coworker. I can be pretty mean.

Since I started waxing my upper lip I've noticed that I can go from bare to complete '70s porn-star 'stache over night. Literally. It doesn't slowly grow back, it comes back with a vengeance. One day I'm smooth and the next day I've got hair in my food.

I wonder how much of this poor economy we are in is media-driven - since the media SAYS the economy is poor, then it MUST be poor. Because seriously I still can't find a parking spot at Nordstrom.

Why is it that in the time it took for me to unplug the curling iron, get dressed and sit back down to the cracktop I have forgotten most of what I intended to write this morning? It was really good, too.