Month: March 2002
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Well, Spa Day has come and gone. I’m rather ambivalent about the experience. I mean, on one hand it’s nice to sit in a darkened room listening to rainforest sounds while somebody massages warm goo into you. On the other hand, my face looks exactly the same and my new manicure is ruined already. It…
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I know that the boys all love Kylie… but – God help me – I just can’t stop listening to Sophie Ellis Bextor‘s “Murder on the Dancefloor”. I need help. It was the video that sucked me in. I saw it at the gym. Does anyone else think she looks like Shannen Doherty’s skinnier, even…
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Hmmm. I feel bad about the bragging now. As a peace offering to my sister, here’s a picture that ought to make her laugh for six months straight. You see, she thinks it’s the funniest thing in the world that I have freakishly small hands. (“Carnies… circus people… small hands, smell like cabbage…”) And somehow…
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Since my sister is always accusing me of bragging about my life on here, let me indulge myself. Today, you see, I will be having a “one-hour facial, mini-manicure, and back massage” at the beauty parlor around the corner where I get my eyebrows done. They sent me some card for my birthday offering me…
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Speaking of Six Feet Under, can I just tell you how it’s my new favorite show ever? And how Peter Krause is the hottest guy in the history of the world? I’m sorry, Max; I gave Alias a fair shot but that Will guy creeps me out. (He kinda reminds me of my friend BJ.)…
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I am continually amazed by how liberal television standards are everywhere outside America. Tonight, after the Snook and I finished watching Six Feet Under, we saw a “local” ad promoting “Maxine’s All Nude, All Rude, Pussy Extravaganza.” And lest you think it’s some sort of naturist cat convention, the commercial’s visual accompaniment left little to…
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Sydney is apparently the fourth most desirable city to live in. That’s out of the whole world, folks. Granted, it’s the air pollution that’s keeping it down (we have to wash icky black stuff off our balcony chairs before sitting in them), but there’s a million other things that make up for it. And considering…
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I haven’t been in a very bloggy mood lately. I say that knowing that I’ll probably end up posting fourteen times tonight.
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They don’t call Chicago the “Windy City” for nothin’. Ouch.
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Friday Five: 1. What makes you homesick?Hearing about family get-togethers. Corn on the cob. Mountain Dew. Seeing pictures of my new brother. Re-runs of cheesy American TV shows, like “The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air”. Being sick. Pictures of Chicago. Any mention of Indiana. Quite a lot, really. I’ve just gotten good at repressing. 2. Where…