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Wednesday, August 20th, 2003
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11:57a - that’s sass isn’t it? you’re sassing me
remember when you were a teenager, and you used to think to yourself, "i can't wait until i'm older when i have perfect skin"?
discuss.
(and for the record, it's on my chin.)
so, imdb.com tells me that freddy vs. jason was the number one movie last weekend. if that is true and it's all popular and shit, why, i ask you, why then does NOBODY want to see it with me? come on, godammit, it's freddy and jsaon! it's gonna be fucking AWESOME and i'm gonna scream and maybe pee my pants a little. or is that what everyone is worried about? i'll bring a change of underwear, i promise.
speaking of awesome, just for the record: i styill lvoe sushiland. it is still the awesomest. sushiland sushiland you are the best, i looooove you sushiland sushiland i looooooove yooooooooou. i just broke into song there. seriously. right here at my desk i started singing. this is how strongly i feel about the greatness that is sushiland.
as a sidenote: i'm still sick and all. it's been like two weeks and yeah, i'm still sick. which explains what i'm sure is the manic, jumpy nature of this email. unless i always sound like this. how does being sick make me twitchy? well, it doesn't, but sudafed does, apparently. did you know that if you buy sudafed at bartell's, you can only buy a certain amount and you have to get it out of a glass case? it seems that all of the over-the-counter stuff with pseudoephedrine is on its way to becoming a controlled substance. pretty cool. and if you ever want to know how to cook meth, they give you a list of the ingredients on the display case. how fucking retarded is that? using sudafed to brew my own stuff would never have crossed my mind, but it sure as shit is doing the backstroke now. what did that even mean? doing the backstroke now? man, if there is a lesson to be learned from my descent into lunacy, it is to never mix sudafed cold and sinus with dayquil liqui-caps. well, unless loopy hyperactivity is what you're going for.
speaking of loopy hyperactivity, i volunteered to be soccer mom tonight at the fellas' game. my department is playing corporate consolidation, i think. should be a blast. i bagged apple slices, got snack packs of chips and juice boxes. they have promised our SVP that there will be no bloodshed. i said, no bloodshed, no snacks. we'll see who has the power around here. snacks win over executive power any day.
"if coincidences are just coincidences, why do they feel so contrived?"
current music: wilco
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