I AM THE CHAMPION OF THE WORLD

it's almost like an olympic event, only it's not. i forgot to mention that i finally kicked adam's ass at boggle. woohoo!! woohoo!!!! i shall take my victory lap now...

okay, i'm back. i guess i really don't have anything else to say, but really, when you think about it, i think winning at boggle is enough excitement for anybody for one day.

oh yeah. you know what i really don't like? checking my blog and finding out that lizy has not written back. i think the only way to rectify this situation is this: short of when you have to drive somewhere or sleep (as long as the sleeping does not exceed 8 hours) you need to be checking my blog on a regular basis (i'd suggest every ten minutes or so) i mean really, i hardly know myself when the inspiration is going to hit, how could i expect you to know. so, this seems to be the ONLY solution

i do look good in black

wake up today only to see flippin snow everywhere...shit...does not help my already sour mood...and now i have to read the inferno. fuck fuck fuck. well, you will certainly love the irony of this. i did my taxes, adam apparently is no longer my dependent. yes, that's right, you can care for someone, feed them, allow them the priviledge of flushing your toilet, and yet they do not depend on you. huh. now, i know you understand i do not begrudge my child at all, at all, and yet, i kind of think it sucks that technically he no longer depends on me. so, let's end this for now before i start figuring out ways to make regis my dependent (which technically he is) and get thrown in the slammer for tax fraud, huh, think the prison system gets to claim ME as a dependent??

I AM THE QUEEN...

get this...pat is sooooo desperate to get my blog address that he actually googled my name to see if he could find it that way. hehehe

although, i keep thinking how i could use this to my advantage...do you want me to keep my blog between you and i more or does pat really want to read it that badly...hmmm. who would pay more.

so, risking serious loss of limb or injury here (well, okay, actually it's more like losing out on some sleep, but make no mistake, sleep deprevation is a serious matter and not to be taken lightly)

i stayed up to watch conan o'brien because i knew you can't (seriously folks, why bother with the pretext anymore, my truest and yes i admit only blog fan happens to be lizy)

although--i'm sure that were i to share my information with those that have requested such, i too, could be quite popular--and again, i digress...so, guess who was on conan last night?

that's right, MR. HARRISON FORD himself. yes, he was gorgeous, yes, he was delightful. but he was also very figity, made me think the poor man maybe had hemmoroids.

my job now as i see it is to find a picture of him and post it

that's right young miss, i aim to please

with the hat or without...you decide

this is one of those days...you know what i am talking about, a day where the best thing to do would be getting back into bed, pulling the covers over your head and staying put. that's all.