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February 20, 2007
My Milkshake Brings All the Girls to the Yard
Dagny tagged me to name six weird things about myself or habits I've got. Which is awesome because so far I've revealed absolutely nothing compromising about myself on this blog and need to spice that shiite up.
1. I realized at my party, a serious estrogen-fest, that I have very few male friends. In fact, I have never had any male friends who were not:
- Someone I wanted to get wit' or who wanted to get wit' me (I'm sorry, but I am in the middle of watching The White Rapper Show, hallelujah holla back, dog)
- Friends of a boyfriend, therefore off-limits
- Boyfriends of female friends, ditto
- Gay
- My brother
Not to go all Harry on you, and I know there are a lot of girls who manage male confidants just fine thank you, but for me, the sex part always does get in the way. I'm all yours, Freud.
2. On a daily basis, I clean the toilet paper holder of TP dust. It's a compulsion.
3. I can't stop watching What About Brian. I have no idea why. IT IS HORRIBLE. I can predict the outcome of 90% of the plot developments, and about 35% of the content of any dialogue. But still, I watch.
4. I have three sets of days of the week underpants, which I store in chronological order in my panty drawer. So there.
5. I've said it once, I'll say it again, and my sitemeter stats are sure to get interesting again. I've got webbed toes. And NO, you idiot from Whitehouse Station, NJ, who wrote me from your corporate! e-mail! account!, I WILL NOT SEND YOU PICTURES.
6. I think I have mentioned my undying love for Coca-Cola before as well, but it bears repeating. I drink Coke most mornings for breakfast, usually paired with a healthy dose of Hershey's kisses, or, at the moment, Vanilla Wafers. I have been known, after going most of the day without a Coke, to take that first heavenly sip and say aloud, "Ahhhhhh. Sweet, sweet Coca-Cola." Or, during the months following my first viewing of Old School, "Once it hits your lips, it's so good!" I know it's wrong, it rots my teeth, you can clean your tub with it, and apparently its executives are killers. But it is my lifeblood, and my like it's better than yours, damn right it's better than yours, I could teach you, but I'd have to charge.
Posted by jen at February 20, 2007 07:27 PM
Comments
That song is never leaving my head now. Never.
Posted by: Stacey at February 20, 2007 11:01 PM
I'm with Stacey. I finally got that song out of my head when I stopped teaching eighth grade because the kids insisted upon singing it daily.
And I was kind of bummed when Persia had to step off. I really hope that Shamrock wins because if I have to hear, "Hallelujah holla back," I might do great damage to my TV.
Oh, and I've never thought about TP dust. Yet another item to clean in the bathroom now.
Posted by: Dagny at February 21, 2007 05:47 AM
I can fit my entire fist in my mouth. Well, I haven't done it in a while, but it was a great free-drink-getting trick and bet winner. Of course all the drunken men thought the free drinks would induce me to practice said trick with them - they thought so WRONG.
Posted by: Samantha at February 21, 2007 08:31 AM
I have only ever had one good guy friend that I could call just to chat and that kind of thing. I never liked my friend's former girlfriend, and my husband said I was just jealous. At least my husband said that until he met the girlfriend, and now my husband understands.
Posted by: -R- at February 21, 2007 12:09 PM
Oooh how I miss Coca Cola!
Posted by: Heather at February 21, 2007 02:52 PM
I don't know how I missed your Coke obsession, but now I'm totally scouting out the Coke store for you next time I'm in Atlanta. (Sadly, the airport one is very anti-Diet Coke, and has 95% original Coca-Cola merchandise, and 5% Sprite, with basically no Diet Coke anything. Why the discrimination?)
Posted by: Gwen at February 22, 2007 12:47 AM
We have three things in common on your list. I swore to myself that I'm off What About Brian. Really. I've got to stop.
Posted by: Librarian Girl at February 23, 2007 10:52 AM
I can't go a day without drinking diet coke. It is a compulsion. There is something about that cool crisp almost painful rush of liquid down your throat that is so satisfying...ok I've had two today and I just made myself want another.
Posted by: Mademoiselle de Rigueur at February 23, 2007 02:06 PM
OMG! My 12 year old daughter has the same webbed toes. It's such a relief to see that she is not the only one. Thanks!
Posted by: Debbie at March 2, 2007 10:39 AM