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drool, coasters, and…(ugh)…portions!

Team, team, team, TEAM! What a day.

I should stop there and piss you all off for getting a notification and opening up my blog just to see a two-liner. HA!

But, I won’t. Because I’m THAT cool.

The funny thing is that I started this with no idea about what I was going to say, so this one’s pretty much going to be a random stream of consciousness. Hang in there, I might come up with something cool. Or not, I suppose, but by then you’ll be at the end of the blog and it will be TOO LATE for you will already have read it! Muuuaaaahahahaha!

At any rate. For those that didn’t see Pope’s comment on Guitar Licker, she’s okay. She had to go to the hospital and get her stomach pumped but made it out okay. I now feel vaguely awful for pointing out her drunkedness. All I can say is, I didn’t know, and in actuality, I was giving her props. So don’t hate. If you were.

Secondly. I realized today that I hate the word “portion”. It sounds retarded. For that matter, “potion” is also an effed up word. I think it’s the “-otion” part because I think “lotion” and “motion” also look very strange.

I signed myself up for the Myspace Vegas trip today. I sent a bulletin about it, but if you’re not on it (and hell if you’re reading this and aren’t on my friends’ list, send me a friend request already! But if I don’t know you, send me an email and mention that you read the blogs otherwise I’ll be breaking my own rule. And I hate doing that.) then go to Kemari Blue’s page, add her as a friend, then read her blog called Vegas Trip 2K6. I’m pretty much sure that if the Crew won’t go with me, which I hope they do, then I’m going it alone. The ultimate test of bravery, eh? At least I’ll have blog material on how I dorked up and tried to introduce myself to people who weren’t really who I thought they were, then spent the rest of the trip in the fetal position in my hotel closet. Maybe I’ll even get cussed at which would be REALLY cool.

I went to Starbucks yesterday. Two things happened. One, the lady (who I swear is a different one) ALSO asked me if I wanted whipped cream as a treat for The Dog! Am I the only one who has never heard of such a thing? The second thing was, I realized that I am addicted to Starbucks. Not just their coffee, which I will blog about at a later date, but all things “Starbuck” (all things Starbucks sounds weird to me). I have a thermos that I’ve never used that I bought because it was on sale and I liked the colors. They now have these cool little clear plastic coasters with flowers imprinted on them that call my name every time I go in there. I’ve handled them like 5 times now…a purchase is just around the corner. They also have this miniature pitcher with matching cups that SO HAPPEN to match the coasters. I’ll never use ’em but I guarantee they’ll be in my cupboard by Friday. I just can’t hold out.

The Dog has developed the habit of drooling all over the floor. Not just a drop, mind you, but a puddle. Like a big enough puddle that I thought it was pee at first. Not sure why this is, although I have heard a lot of theories, the most predominant being that he’s teething, and/or that it’s caused by drinking too much water too quickly. Thoughts?

So, because I love comments (one of my greatest pleasures in life is hunting down the elusive comment that corresponds to “New Blog Comment!”, tell me this:

  • What words look/sound weird to you? I know I’m not the only one that sees “spoon” too many times and it loses all meaning.
  • What is the deal with the drool, and HAVE you ever heard of whipped cream for a dog?
  • Is this not the most pointless blog I ever wrote? Even the Southpark one was mildly entertaining and elicited a couple comments.

Later dudes!

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