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I Feel Fine With The Sun In My Eyes

April 26, 2004 ... 11:16 a.m.

Random guy: “If you could live anywhere, where would you live?”
Eibisch: “Hawaii.”
Guy: “No, I meant in the United States.”

ummm ... yeah

What a bust. Went to Gabe’s, but we got there late because I thought the show started at 7. Um, no. Try 6, genius. Neither of us gave a crap about the other band, so we left and had dinner at The Fieldhouse. I use the term “dinner” loosely.

Of course, everyone within earshot is totally stoked about Robert Gallery being the #2 NFL Draft pick.

Remember when I copped a feel? Yeah, that was him. I fondled the #2 NFL draft pick in the nation!!! How many of you can say that???

I can die happy now.

I couldn’t sleep last night, so I started a new quilt. Instead of doing something easy, like watching tv. Because I’m an idiot.

I never did get to sleep, so this morning I baked a bunch of bread. Pumpkin, rhubarb and apple. It took me an hour to peel all those apples. Apples and I are not on friendly terms at the moment. Plus, I sliced my thumb.

Anyway, made those. Did some laundry, cleaned out the catbox and cleaned my bathroom. All by 10:30 am. Now I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m terribly bored and I can’t think of any more mp3s to ~~steal~~ download.

Ugh. What to do? What to do?

My grandparents stopped by yesterday. I was in the middle of something, but Grandpa can be nosy so I left the room. We all commiserated about Cousin#1’s impending wedding (it’s not too late, cuz! RUN!) to Ivy. And guffawed over the theme. I can’t tell you--it’s priceless. You’ll have to wait for the photos. And, of course, we are all pissed about her treatment of Brittany. Brittany is Cousin#1’s daughter from a previous relationship and Ivy is awful to her. Downright cruel. For instance, whenever Britt would tell Ivy she was hungry, Ivy would snap that she’d get fed when she got around to it. And that was one of the nicer things she’d say. We noticed Britt had lost some weight--thought nothing of it--but mentioned it. Ivy jumped in and said “I forget to feed her. She never reminds me.”

Pick your jaws up. Seriously. How do you forget to feed a child? So often that she has a noticeable weight loss?

Anyway, Ivy has two kids (Brat 1 and Brat 2) from a previous marriage and together they have a son--Lil’ JD.

For the wedding, the brats and JD will be wearing white--which is not even one of their colors. Brittany will be in black.

Subtle as a howitzer, bitch.

Note to San Diego Chargers :
You are my favorite team but, dammit, I told you to pick Gallery! Now I have to root for those freaking Raiders to not suck. But you got Nate. And Nate is money. And I like Nate. And yay!

Eibisch
P.S. I hear Kerry is going to be available soon. NFC Championship and went to the Super Bowl 3 years ago--you could do worse.

Note to Eli Manning:
You are everything wrong with professional sports. Law school? Yeah--go to law school, ass. I’m sure you’d do swell. Until the final for Ethics and, when the professor didn’t give you the grade you wanted, you'd just quit like the whiny bitch you are. So, you think NY will be better for endorsements? Newsflash, idiot: If you’re good enough, the offers will come to you. Ask Peyton.

Hoping you make the acquaintance of Bob Sanders early and often,
Eibisch

Currently Reading: The Life Before Her Eyes by Laura Kasischke

Listening To: AM Radio
...Do you wanna come along, are you walking down a road of your own?...

Have a happy day!

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