Monday, July 30, 2007

Form Blog

Dear ______;

I’m so sorry I ______ last night.  It was really immature the way I ______.   By the way, when I said ______, I really didn’t mean it.  That was just the _____ shots of ______ talking.  I’m sorry I made you ______. 

By the way, I still never got a chance to thank you for ______ that night I ______ on your ______.  It was really great that you ______ my _____.  I don’t know how I would have othewise _____ without you.

Anyway, I’m just really sorry.  I swear I’m not usually so _____.  I hope one day we can look back at this and _____ and I hope we can still be ______.

Sincerely,

Rachel

P.S. Thanks for not calling _____. 

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Saturday, July 28, 2007

stupid CNN headlines

this one story about this woman who is apparently hoarding her miscarried fetuses tries to paint a picture of the weird, squalid conditions in which they live. it mentions 1) the paint peeling on the side of the house, 2) the RUSTED air conditioning unit (and wait, it’s about to get WAY worse, if that’s even possible) 3) the fishing poles stored on an upstairs balcony. Dear God! They ARE the devil! Okay, and then they casually mention that the people are NASCAR fans, just to tip us off that we’re dealing with white trash here.

i don’t know, CNN. I’m a little ashamed of the crappiness of your articles right now.

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the key to happiness

for the many, many people who read this, you may have noticed i was a little down the last few days.  well, fear not, for i have the secret to true happiness.  a wise person once told me, “if you can’t find true happiness in material things, then i don’t know what else to tell you, except have you given binge drinking much thought?”  So, i ruminated on it for a few days and 1) decided to finally give some thought to that whole binge drinking thing and 2) bought the iPhone.

Love it!  Love it!  Love it! now if only i had someone to call….

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You Likey?

Apparently Maureen has never heard of nor seen that stupid sitcom from 2004 called “Quintuplets,” but which should have been called “You Likey?” because that was their only joke. The youngest, dorkiest quint would say it every single episode in this “sexy” voice and they’d have to come up with new zany situations to put him in every week so that he’d be able to work it into a conversation. I watched it every week only to guess how they’d manage to work it into a plot-line. If you would even call them that.
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why i hate men reason #457

this has been driving me crazy lately. maybe it has to do with the show i am working on (ILNY2) and the stock of idiot they have cast for it. anyway, this one dude on it is ranting and raving about how society has turned women into money grubbing whores who only care about what car you drive and how much money you make. but the true irony of what he’s saying has to do with the fact that he’s trying to win the heart of the most shallow female on the planet. do you guys ever stop and think, hey, wait a second, i’m actually attracted to shallow, money grubbing whores who have nothing interesting to say, because i desperately need to date women who make me feel smart/funny/interesting/etc. and who I can please without having to really try beyond the effort it takes me to swipe my credit card. which is perfectly fine. just don’t fault them for being exactly what you were looking for in the first place.  ack!
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certain people

you know those people who you see who make you think, “hey, i suppose you want another stab at my self-esteem today? well have at it then…”  and you know they get some sort of sick pleasure out of it. 

bastards

but i guess i have been getting too big for my britches lately. going out in daylight hours and what have you. not wearing a bag on my head anymore. feeling worthy of 25% of the smog I breathe. I really should take it down a notch.

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Friday, July 27, 2007

movie remake

i want to do an accurate remake of “it’s a wonderful life.”  the main character would think about what it would be like if he/she were never born before committing suicide, and then the angel would come down and try to show him/her how important his/her life was to his/her friends and family etc. as in the original, only this time, the angel would review the person’s life and be all like, “oh yeah, I guess you’re right. sorry to bother you.  proceed.”

and then the character would jump off the bridge and the story would be over.  i could star in it. 

p.s., if you couldn’t already guess my mood, i’m listening to radiohead “creep.”  if that gives you any insight at all.  oh who am i kidding, no one cares.

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don’t get it twisted

okay, look, when i told maureen she should kill herself, i meant it in the context of murder suicide. sheesh, i mean, i’m not that terrible of a friend. meaning, if she did me the favor and say, beat me to death with a blunt object, she might as well go ahead and finish the job. that’s all.
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Delgrassi

What if you could somehow combine your two favorite things?  In my case, it would be Del Taco and Degrassi.  Thus….

Imagine the drama and romance that goes on, the other side of the drive thru? 

Rosa on the friers is way into Eduardo, the guy at the counter.  But he’s totally gay and often hooks up with Trannies in the bathroom around back.  Then there’s Milton, the crazy homeless guy who reeks of piss and constantly comes in and asks for a glass of water so that he can throw it on passing Hollywood types if they won’t give him change.  He’s in love with Cashmere, one of the leggy brunettes who hangs out all the time across the street at Benitos.  He doesn’t know Cashmere is a man, because he’s just crazy enough to buy her thinly veiled hotdog taco “female” look.

Back inside at the burrito stations, Jose works the sour cream gun, but what he really wants to do is move up to the microwave station.  He just has to figure out a way to get rid of Chris, the stoner who has been at that station since the late nineties and is never going to leave because he has too much of a good thing going on with the old five finger discount he gets on the delicious Del Taco products which he consumes in epic proportions during the ninety minute lunch breaks he takes in his van, which pretty much smells like what one would imagine the Scooby Doo van would smell like if it actually existed in reality.

Then there’s Rachel.  She drives thru just about every night like clockwork.  Sometimes she rolls in (and by rolls, I mean walks) with some drunken friends sometime in the early a.m. hours.  She usually orders the breakfast burrito, and she wonders why they bother to ask her if she wants hot or mild sauce, because, no matter what she says, they always give it to her anyway: in bulk.  What Rachel really wants to do is work at the Subway across the street, but she can’t speak Spanish.  So, she figures if she hangs out at Del enough, she might pick it up.  

Finally, Juan works the drive thru.  He notices this leggy brunette comes in to the restaurant all the time. He was raised in a strict Catholic household, and he feels the homosexual lifestyle is an abomination against nature and God’s good plan.  He’s wise to the Benitos types that hang around here, and one day he’s going to give them all what they deserve.  He’ll start with that one particularly mannish one, what does “she” call herself?  Rachel?  I hear “she” wants to work at Subway.  Is she kidding? When she drives thru she barely speaks any Spanish at all!  And she usually drives off without bothering to taker her change and or food.   Jose hates her.  He hates her so much, he thinks maybe he can drown her in hot and mild sauce which he stuffs into her bag, though she always says she doesn’t need any.  Eventually it will overflow in her car, and she will drown or have a horrific car accident once it all becomes lodged under the brake pedal or something. 

It’s time to start war over at Benitos.

*for those of you who don’t watch Degrassi, I will let you know that there’s this whole school rivalry/gang war between Degrassi and this other school which ended in the death of this one kind of unassuming, innocent character last season. That’s what I was trying to do with the whole Benitos thing if you didn’t pick up on it.  I mean, two mexican restaurants right next to each other!  Hello, people!

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Sunday, July 22, 2007

cast your vote!

LET’S SETTLE THE DEBATE ONCE AND FOR ALL! 

WHO IS THE HOTTEST DEGRASSI STUD???

PETER

18 years

OR

CRAIG

 

21 Years

CAST YOUR VOTES!

  WHAT CAN I SAY???? I’M STUMPED!

7/19 5:48pm update:  THE VOTES ARE IN!  CONGRATULATIONS CRAIG!  I ALWAYS KNEW YOU WOULD WIN!

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