For whatever reason, today feels like it should be significant. I get
this feeling every year on the 22nd of February and can never figure
out why. The only thing I can think of is that my friend Lexi from
grade school might have a birthday on the 22nd but that still doesn't
explain why it feels so important...like I should be somewhere.
I woke up this morning with a heinous scratch that starts on the top
of my hand and goes up to my elbow. How the hell did that happen? Did
I attack myself in my sleep? Am I channeling spirits in my dreams? Do
I own a cat and not know about it?
Remember how I was obsessed with vampire death metal a few days ago,
well now I am obsessed with Whitney Houston's Greatest Hits. How
embarrassing.
I watched Women's Figure Skating last night and it was totally
amusing. You know that 27 year old Russian "woman", well I have this
theory that she is really Mr. Lady Pants and she won an Olympic gold
in the 90's as A MAN and she can't wear a skirt because her junk might
fall out in the middle of quadruple toe loop combination triple
sow-cow...if s/he could do one.
I also really love how the commentators are so harsh. "What did I
think was bad about that? Well to start, the whole program". It's a
miracle that more Nancy Kerrigan-Tanya Harding episodes don't happen
in the world of figure skating.
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