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Wanna See Me Conga?

May 07, 2004 ... 4:55 p.m.

Oscar: “What are you smoking? You look just like your mom!”
Eibisch: “I look like my father.”
Oscar: “Were your parents twins?”

Yep. Edited. So?

Hey, I added several photos to my photo section.

Including one of ... drumroll, please ... EvilJD. That’s right.

And ... and ... AND ... one of me dancing.

Yes. Dancing.
In a conga line.
With a waiter.
Named Supar.
In a Hawaiian shirt.

He was nice and, you know what? Sometimes it’s fun to be me. I’m going to add a few more in a couple of days. Such excitement!

My mom won a Tiffany lamp. She thinks it is ugly, I love it. I’m crazy for stained glass or suncatchers. I love suncatchers. I don’t actually have any right now, though. I just realized that. I must remedy this situation posthaste. Which means I’ll get to it in a few months.

Went to the farmer’s market today. Bought nothing. It’s still early for any kind of produce and most of the vendors just had baked goods.

And I need no help in that area. Except gooseberry pies. But, you know, whatever.

I called my dentist to make an appointment for a check up. Once again, his reserve unit has been called to the Middle East. Recalled, I should say.

Damn Osama bin Laden and dentist stealing Islamic jihad.

I should convert to Judaism just to piss him off. Shalom, jackass--there’s one more Jew in the world. How you like them apples, Sammy?

I should ... but I like pepperoni too much.

I went to a CR Kernels (get it? Iowa ... corn ... kernels? Ahahaha ... puke) yesterday. I ended up leaving and hour-and-a-half into the game, because the sky got really dark and it suddenly became very humid. I would’ve bet my my sister’s life that it was going to rain. No sooner did I get home than the sky cleared up. Which sucked, but the game ended up going 12 innings before we lost. I had better things to do with my time, anyway.

Okay, I don’t. But I could.

I could so.

I could so!

I went and got my books for Summer term. All used. $185.23. Yeah.

I am taking a course called “Judaism, Christianity & Islam.” It used to be “Religions of the West”, but the teacher I have lobbied against that, saying it was a politically incorrect title and there were many western religions. Which is true and the course title was changed.

My textbook is titled “Religions of the West”. Silly teacher and his silly political correctness.

I made some potato salad for my sister’s potluck. Mmm ... potato salad. My mom makes it warm, which she claims to have learned in Germany. I maintain she’s just insane and using Germany as an excuse.

BTW, I believe that I have called her “Army Intelligence” in this diary. She takes great offense at this--she was in the Army Security Agency. Apparently, this was a huge breach of etiquette on my part--akin to comparing an Ensign to a Seal. If it helps, she had a very high security clearancw and a direct line to the ‘red phone’. Dude. She could’ve called the president and advised him to nuke France!

*Sigh*

Hindsight is 20/20.

ANYway, I was peeling potatoes and I peeled my thumb. But it can’t be a normal nick--oh no. This is my thumb, after all. The thumb with the Nike Swoosh scar The thumb that got Robin’s car door slammed on it, then it locked and the nail STILL doesn’t grow quite right. That thumb. So, does it surprise any of you that I slipped the tip of my thumb between the blades and one of the little blade-thingys slipped and sliced me UNDER my nail?

No, sir. I didn’t like it.

Robin is picking me up in a couple of hours. We are going to “The Thunder Down Under”. But would you look at those guys?

So chiseled.
So sculpted.
So buff.

So not my type.

But I go to offer moral support to Robin. Also because she’s buying. After that, we’ll all head back to IC. Frat Boy Bar is having an 80’s Flashback night. Which should be fun, but the first time I get groped by a Drunken Greek Freak™, I’m coming up swingin!

Ernie will not be with us tonight. I think he’s still afraid of the ICPD. Hee.

Next week, Jens and Pinball are going to be here. Yay! Sans Wanda. YAY!

Currently Reading: The Other Boleyn Girl by Philippa Gregory
Thank you, MeeshaPeesha.

Listening To: AFI
...I wanted this excoriation. I thrive on this self mutilation...

Have a happy day!

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