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1) I talk to myself at work. Out loud. This is embarassing. I'm becoming one of them.

2) My Dunkin' Donuts tumbler is quite possibly the coolest $2.50 I've ever spent.

3) Early morning e-mails from old friends make the day start off right.

4) I babble when I type. Love me or hate me, you have to admit I can write one hell of an e-mail.

5) I realized today that I'm actually terrified of being in a romantic relationship again. No like seriously, my heart has an iron casing around it. I realized today that I don't even FEEL anymore. I just try to imagine sometimes.

6) So much for progress.

7) Remember When by Alan Jackson makes me want to kill myself. I thought about linking to the lyrics but I couldn't allow my blog to associate with such an insipid song.

8) I was shocked when BGF told me today was the first day of fall. I'm a little concerned that I'm letting my life pass me by.

9) I screamed OUT LOUD while watching Lost last night. That show should NOT be that scary.

10) There's a new Fankhauser in this world. I am old.

11) I am a cookie addict. I can't eat just one. Which is why I am forcing myself to avoid the cookie stash at work. (Yes! Such a thing exists!) But that didn't stop me from getting Baskin Robbins last night. In a waffle cone. It was almost like Waffle Cone Wednesday lived again. Excpet at a different store and no special price.

Random because I care

I just had a momentary freakout because I was logged into blogger (note: I originally misspelled "blogger" as "blooger." I think that's a much better name.) under my old account and tried to post. Holy crap! I couldn't figure out why there wasn't an option for a title and why I had all of these stupid unplublished drafts. And then I realized I was kvetching around in my past. Needless to say, I got out of there faster than you can say "iceegirl sucks" and headed back to bitter sandy land. It's good to be safe here again.

I'm currently bored out of my mind waiting for Dave to get his late (let's add lazy! too just for good measure) butt over here so we can go see Batman Begins. BGF and I have been dying to see this movie for some time, but unfortunately we both went through a financial crisis at the same exact time this summer and movies were a luxury neither of us could afford. We're still not clear of said crisis, but at least Batman's at the dollar theater now. And I'm hoping it still will be by the time Dave-o gets here. Not that he's an hour late or anything. And hour and 15 minutes to be exact. But I'm not counting.

I'm currently obssessed with A Song for You by Donny Hathaway. I'm not cool enough to know anything about Donny Hathaway save for the information I found while scanning that webpage. But I heard the song on (and yes, I am embarassed to admit this) So You Think You Can Dance? Yeah, THAT show, the one that is kicking off Artem this week. It's a stupid show. But a few weeks ago, they did a lyrical routine to this song and I really liked it. And since I'm a dork, I went and found it on iTunes. It's really quite beautiful and I highly recommend it. You should check it out if you're in the mood for a ballad. If not, then might I suggest some My Chemical Romance? A little Helena will take away all visions of love in your heart.

And I'm actually embarassed to admit that I was stupid and downloaded that song too. So now I must face the fact that I'm one of those people I hate because I just supported emo. And emo sucks. I spit on it. SPIT!

Buuuuuuuuuuut.....the song's catchy, so it gets a place on my iPod. I'm not very discriminating when it comes to my music. Pop is good, people.

Dave's still not here and I've edited this piece of crap post for at least 20 minutes now. If I blew my hair dry and did my make up and not get a chance to get out of this house...oooooh. I will be pissed. A pox on his head!

Celebrity Crushes are Cool!

If you watch "So You Think You Can Dance?" then you're dumb like me. And sorry if I'm ruining something for you here. However, I doubt that I am because I only have, like, 6 readers and I'm pretty sure all of you are smart enough to not get sucked into the stupidity of a 2nd rate reality show.

Anyway, my bad news of the night is that the spoiler mills are running with news of my TV boyfriend's demise. Yes, it seems to be true. Artem has been eliminated.



And dangit, I LOVE HIM. He's got that sexy international flair that's just ROWR. And his hips and the moving of the hips and the abs and...sigh. He's gone. No more sexy. It's sad.

BUT!

I've got GOOD news too!

Zellweger and Chesney are a fraud! Many thanks to Jodi for breaking the news that Ms. Zellweger's evil squinty grip has loosened on Mr. Chesney. I didn't think it'd last, but I had gaven them at least a year. But 4 months? That's kind of sad. But it's okay because that means the hottest man in country is single again! Which means I can have my old Country Music boyfriend back and leave that Dierks Bentley character to the youngins. Who says I'm not loyal?

I'd totally have glasses like Geordi, I don't care what you say

I have to scan a lot a lot a lot of something at work for something big. Wow, that was quite possibly the most articulate and descriptive sentence I have ever written. God I love the beach blogging about work. (That last part was an inside joke for BGF and Anne. Feel special guys! You got a shout out!) Anyway, all of this scanning means that I get a scanner! Which is really cool because it is MY OWN BARCODE SCANNER. (Note: My scanner is actually much better than the one shown. However, I really wanted the "action" shot of the red laser tearing up those barcodes!) You know you've made it when you get one of those. Not only does it read barcodes, but it makes a nifty beeping noise whenever it does so. And there's the added bonus that should anyone ever send me an encrypted letter written only in barcode, I'll be able to read it!

The problem is that I think someone's going to have to confiscate the thing. Because I have an almost uncontrollable desire to scan MY EYES. Seriously. I can't tell you how many times I want to look right at it's weird hoover like maw and let the red line read my pretty brown eyes. What is WRONG with me? Do I WANT to go blind? Apparently so, because I can't imagine the destructive effect of looking directly into that little red laser. And yet....I want to do it so bad! Maybe it's because I'm convinced I'll become as cool as Cylcops when the red line hits me just right. What with my ability to destroy anything in my vision with my laser red eyes and smoldering good looks, I might even snag a boyfriend! Except it'd probably backfire and I'd wind up only being able to see people if they were barcoded. And really, when was the last time you saw a sexy barcode?

Spam Sucks

Dude, I JUST published my iPod nano love post and I already have 3 spam comments? BOO! I'm adding the word verification thingy. Sorry guys, but I can't stand it. Please don't kill me!

My New Love

You know how I was all "Artem is my boyfriend" yesterday? Forget that! I've found my new true love.

The new iPod nano.

Be still my heart!

Artem can't hold a candle to this beauty. It's so sleek and gorgeous and multi-functional! It can show you pictures while playing some song that would fit perfectly in here if I knew any one song that Latin Ballroom dancers dance to! But since I can't, my analogy fails. But not my love of the beauty that is Apple.

Huh?

I've been listening to Fiona Apple's "O' Sailor" all day and I still can't figure what the hell she's talking about.

Fluff

Well, I totally wrote a fake post while I was at work this morning. (What? I can't blog at work? You'd blog too if you had to listen to old ladies sing "Proud to be an American" very very VERY loudly.) And I was going to do this stupid fake and cheesy post about my TV boyfriend, Artem.

But I don't get internet at work (Which sucks a lot, by the way) and so I came home ready to copy and paste my post from my e-mail. (Yes, I know you can blog from your e-mail but I never learned how, ok?) But I checked all my regular blogs first and saw that Leah had posted a much better post about a very real and really hot boyfriend. So that just made me feel stupid about my fake TV boyfriend even though I think the concept of a TV boyfriend is hilarious and I love having "celebrity" crushes. So I'll scrap the Artem schtick and just say that I want to learn how to dance Latin ballroom. With him. Badly.

In other news, I experienced Chick-Fil-A breakfast for the first time this morning and HOLY COW is it good. It puts my favorite McDonalds to shame. To shame, people! That tasty little mini-chicken runs circle around a sausage any freakin day of the week. Except Sundays when Chick-Fil-A employees are given the day off to worship and spend time with their families. Which isn't what they officially say, but it's what Hobby Lobby says and by God, we know that if one Christian owned business says it, they must all say it.

Also, I'm planning a big and bitter rant against certain members of my family and their inability to be considerate to people. Just wait, kids! It's gonna be on fire!

Good News!

My grandmother is safe and sound! All my friends are safe and sound! Yay! Thanks to all of you who have called/e-mailed/text messaged/commented with your concern. It means so much to me that y'all were concerned about my family. Somehow or another, my Maw Maw's house did not get damaged, so she is staying put with my other relatives there. There's still no power or water or anything, but my mom got to her and brought food and water. She also told me that I probably can't imagine how bad things are down there. What's so terrible is that things are much worse as you go farther south. It's just so difficult for me to wrap my brain around it. The devastation is just so severe. People's lives have been interrupted and for some, ruined. It's truly terrible.

Thanks to all of you who have donated to help the victims of Katrina. I feel like you're helping me as well, since I consider that area my home. Please continue doing what you can. There is a long road ahead.