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I’m in love with the person that made this video:
And yes, I did watch all seven minutes.
And I love Jim Carrey for this:
Yep, you guessed it. The General™ is off drinking wine at “choir practice” and I’m watching the nine episodes of CSI: Miami I have saved up on the Tivo. And possibly reading all of the character descriptions Wikipedia has to provide.
Left my cell phone at home today and came home with 60+ text messages, the majority of them were from Twitter, but STILL. That’s a lot of stuff to sort through!
Our early apartment search is probably a good idea. Our dog count is up to two mangy mutts and I know that, personally, my credit has only gotten marginally better. At least this time I’ll be employed, which I’m hoping helps our chances of getting some options to choose from. In the meantime, I’m hoping for a few cool million to just be delivered to me – preferably in cash – without any questions, and then I can look into, you know, building my own home… maybe something from Schumacher Homes.
There’s a model named after my brother that has 2400+ square feet, complete with OWNERS RETREAT and BREAKFAST ROOM. I don’t even know what owner’s retreat means, but you can be darn sure that’s what I’ll be calling my bedroom wherever it is we end up moving. And you can also start calling my couch my breakfast room, since that’s usually the place I eat my leftover cold pizza.
Last night, I had this dream.
I was at a party with Jenni and Missy, and one of the two asked if I wanted to sniff a line of cocaine. I, of course, said no and started to lecture them about the dangers of snorting cocaine. I looked up and noticed Randy Jackson was coming our way. To avoid Randy Jackson, I ran out the back door and around to the front yard only to find Randy Jackson already lecturing Missy and Jenni about how they shouldn’t use drugs.
The night before, I had a dream about the new apartments we want to look at. It didn’t involve cocaine or an American Idol judge, so I didn’t think it was worth as many details.
