2004-03-05 | 3:06 p.m.
no romance without finance

Poor Martha. Although she is having a pretty crappy day, I am not. And really, what's more important?

Part of my good day is that, despite the fact that I foolishly ran out to the bank while the auction was up, I still won on eBay a brand new, mostly my size bra, not just any bra, my #1 all time favorite bra ever, which was discontinued, of course. Yes yes! It is shiny and new and all happy goodness. And no one outbid me at the last minute. The only downside is that it is white, but I can deal with it.

June 17? I have to wait until June 17 to see if Martha goes to jail? Ugh!

Another part of my good day I don't know if I should mention, in case that I jinx it, but it is something about a job. Maybe. Yes. And also, happy goodness.

Tomorrow, the plan is to go to the outlet mall. And guess whose tax refund came in today? It's like Jesus knows. It's great.

Man, I hate Eamon.

Oh oh oh. Could this happen? Would this happen? Should this happen? I hope so.

Also, this article is everything I think about everything, from "Mystic River" to "You Will Be My Ain True Love." Oh Michael. Not only are you everywhere I go, you are in my mind. It feels so right.

Speaking of that I am a gay man, Pop Rocks is back! I should be dancing, yeah. I think I will! When I get better.

Can you believe I am sick again? Well, I am. How many colds must an old girl suffer before she turns into a cold? The answer, my friend, is stop typing and take off these street clothes and go enjoy Doggy Fizzle Televizzle on DVR. Ooh, my new favorite DFT joke is: "Can you help me get a job? I'm good with my hands. How about you hook me up with a hand job?" Awe. Some.

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