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Even as down in the dumps as I am, I can't stop blogging. Go figure.
Currently thinking about:
1. Bush is taking the election. As of right now, it's 269 Bush, 211 Kerry. The vote map looks like a fucking white stripes flag.
2. Ashlee Simpson. God love her, she can play it off all she wants, but she got caught. Rich people ALWAYS have an excuse, don't they just?
3. The departed Colonel Mustard. Yall know he'll be back, but the WHEN of the matter is a matter of discussion. But oh yes, you know he'll be back.
4. A short story that popped into my head a few minutes ago that I need to write about before I forget. I think I'll call it "Darker, WI".
5. The fact that I am a ridiculous romantic. I keep hearing love songs with violins on my Winamp and I keep thinking about my husband. I am SUCH a sap.
6. The drunk voting post on Amalah's page. GOD, I could read her all day and keep laughing. I wish I had humor. Lots and lots of humor. SCADS of humor.
7. The fact that it is 1:16 AM right now and I can't sleep because of my new weight-loss pills.
8. My new weight loss pills, Leptopril. It's like Leptoprin, but it's the WalMart version. It says on the bottle "NOT for use as a casual dieting aid." That's a little frightening, but if I visualize hard enough I can feel the pounds melting away. Actually, no. But I can't have any more caffeine with these. NO MORE SODA.
9. The fact that I have yet to post the answers to PMW 6. Soon enough, I'll get to it. Maybe tomorrow morning when I'm all hopped up on Leptopril.
10. My MOM is coming, yall. My MOM. Must clean house. Every day. Must have SPOTLESS house. Must NOT freak out. Also, have nothing to wera. Must buy big-girl clothes to be seen in public in.
11. The Halloween party we went to on Saturday night. I shan't go into the details because of certain things, but I will say this: Invited on Tuesday, decided to go at 8:30 PM that night, and then spent an HOUR AND A HALF sitting around because the hub-unit wanted a costume and couldn't find anything because it was the night BEFORE Halloween. And what does he decide on after pouting for an hour and fifteen minutes? A russian mail-order bride. I never, NEVER want to see my man with boobs and ugle makeup again. EVER. He did, however, get felt up a lot, and that was funny. And Space Ghost? GREAT COSTUME.
And now I've stopped thinking. Must find map of Wisconsin...