I've listened to The Hood Internet mash-up of Mickey Avalon 'My Dick' and CSS at least 13 times thus far today.

Katie, I wanted you to know.

EDIT: If you right click on the link, it should download!

Working in a health center during this Swine Flu hysteria is bad news. I've managed to convince myself that I probably have it since I'm feeling so tired and have been sneezing all day.

Though I probably feel this way because I stayed up until 1am watching television shows on my computer and every tree in Boston has bloomed sending tiny allergy-triggering bits into the air.

Still, maybe I should be quarantined.

I was going to eat granola for breakfast this morning on the train, but the bag broke and it ended up ground into the inside lining. Now I'm hungry and my stomach is growling, loudly, and I'm waiting for someone I share an office with to say something to me, but none of them have blinked. No one is wearing headphones, so I know they've heard it, and I want to explain about my granola difficulties, but I don't want to bother anyone, even though all the growling totally is already.

Killer.

I have changed my sheets from flannel to regular crisp cotton, so it is officially spring in my book!

As defined (loosely) by dictionary.com

splotchy
Spelled Pronunciation [sploch-ee]
–adjective, splotch-i-er, splotch-i-est.
marked or covered with splotches.

Example: Stacy's skin was splothy due to her inability to properly apply sunscreen.

synonyms: blotchy, mottled, spotted, smudged

This weekend, I'm learning how to blow smoke rings.

Walking past Kilwin's every day is the best part of my afternoon. It is the best smelling place ever.

Folks, I went and got myself a job. I now work 9-6 downtown Chicago. Oh my god. I think I'm an adult.

ANYWAY: this is the story I wanted to post (that's the background): I got an email from my boss in the wee hours of the morning today, telling me that I needed to download the movie "Hoosiers" and set it up for him today. He ended up deciding to watch it on Netflix, where it's available on 'watch instantly,' and thus, free and legal. He does not have a Netflix account, so I gave him my password so he can use mine. I went through my queue to try and eliminate the potentially embarrassing movies, but my entire queue is embarrassing stuff. Oh well. It's out there in the open now. I suppose it's for the best.

I just licked 7 envelopes...

it was gross.

I recently stumbled across the following review on Netflix:

Ok first of all I love sexy vampire guys. I guess it is the black hair, leather coat, gothic thing. So if there is a sexy vampire to be found then I am a happy camper. In this case, Gerry Butler, certianly fits the bill. But what I also like it yet another twist to Dracula. I currently own 13 vampire movies. So I am glad they are not all the same. For a faithful adtaptation of Stroker's Dracula, try Francis Ford Coppla's Dracula with Gary Oldman as the sexy count. The origans of this vampire are very different and unexpected. And after seeing Passion of the Christ, it made sense. There is plenty of gore and action for fans. And New Orleans makes a perfect backdrop. Though Dracula is now stepping into Lestat's vampire territory. This movie is certianly worth any vampire or horror flicks fan's time!

Thank you, DCY45LK. You may be only 32% similar to me, but you have piqued my interest in a film I would otherwise never watch, and you've done that in spite of your remarkably awful grammar. Well done.

My father and I have moved it to the top of our Netflix queue. I can't wait for it to make sense to me because I have seen The Passion of the Christ.

Despite battling a massive cold, I still managed to paint my toenails before work this morning. The first peeptoe shoe outing of the year is important, and should be treated with respect.

Today, I had to explain to my mother - while she watched Fox News - what teabagging is, and why it is utterly lamentable that the protesters they were covering TV were self-proclaimed teabaggers.

Awkward. Oh. God. So awkward.

Thanks to google image search...

Speaking of porcupines ... very cute, in an icky sort of weird way.

This book lives on one of the shelves in my office. I have yet to read it but it makes me laugh everytime I look at it. But I think I might disagree with the title. Maybe sometimes animals should wear clothes? Just not porcupines.

I have the flu and I'm losing my voice. I sound like a man who swallowed a handful of pebbles and then washed them down with a handle of Jim Beam and 12 packs of cigarettes.

Cookie Follow-up

The chocolate coffee cookies might be the most delicious cookies on the planet.

http://sweetmary.typepad.com/my_weblog/2008/12/chocolate-chunk-coffee-cookies.html

Today I will make chocolate coffee cookies.

Yum.

I wore boots to walk to work today, in order to avoid getting my shoes all wet in the melting snow. Only one of my shoes made it to the office, though, so now I look ridiculous.

This is not actually insignificant at all, but Abbie and I are meeting up with Amy Smith on Friday, and it needs to be noted. Publicly.

These are my latest food love. I'm not sure I'd like them so much if I wasn't allowed to eat gummi bears as a child (they've always had this odd, rebellious appeal for me), but as is, they are pretty delicious. Mmm, candy antioxidants!

My father sends me text messages. However, these messages are not your typical text messages. Instead, he hand writes a note (and sometimes draws pictures), takes a photo of it, and then texts the photo to me. I think he has found the most perfect way to take advantage of new technologies and forms of communication without giving up that personal touch.