i thought i would start everyone’s weekend off to a kick-ass start by updating you on my previoiusly reported lamp-smashing problem.
over the past couple of weeks, i’m proud to report that i havent cracked my head on this damn thing once! it’s true i’m actually learning from repeated painful stimuli–just like lab animals! the problem i now face is that whenever i stand up from any chair i do this weird stoop-hover-duck thing like i’m about to smash my head into some invisible object that only i can see.
this draws attention in almost any situation and if there’s one thing i love it’s attention.
oh and using italics, i loves me some italics.
so now that i’m settled into my new place, i’ve turned my attention to decorating my apartment with jeff-carter-style-flare. if you’ve never had the priviledge of experiencing jeff-carter-flare then you have really been missing out.
if you spend anytime at this little blog, then you know that i’m a
so last night before the state of the union address, cindy sheehan–who was an invited guest–was arrested for wearing a t-shirt in the house gallery that said, “2,245 Dead — How Many More?” so i understand that when delivering the state of the union before a joint session of congress that you can’t have people in the gallery protesting.