2003-12-18 | 6:22 p.m.
and if that isn't a true blue miracle, I don't know what one is

You know what's horrifying? The commercial I just saw for one of those Access Hollywood/Entertainment Tonight shows, the one that goes, "Guess who Michael Jackson called when he got arrested?" and it was Aaron Carter. Ugh. See, he should fire his mom. For letting him hang out with Creepy Jackson, if nothing else. Now I don't know for sure that MJ is a creepy molester, but if you thought he just might be, wouldn't you err on the side of caution? Ugh.

Yeah. Also flipping Madonna's all for Wesley Clark. Man, first I get that "I know you're interested in Kabbalah!" cult draft mailing, now this. How fucking trendy am I? I thought Dean was the trendy candidate. Come on, people. Or maybe Madonna's stalking me. It's possible.

I am so addicted to "Rich Girls." Even when it is an episode I've already seen, I can't stop watching.

I've decoded the problem with lines at the post office. Not only is there increased volume, there are people mailing who don't usually. Particular favorites of mine include the guy who felt the woman working there was being unreasonable to insist that he fill out a customs form and the woman who couldn't believe she had to take her parcel out of the DHL box and put it in a USPS one if she wanted to send it USPS. Kill me. Today a woman cut a bunch of us, too. And I didn't notice it until way after, so I felt like I couldn't say anything without coming off as a psycho, especially after the manager had just come out to do his speech (we need some entertaining! why they don't just put the TV on, I don't know) about how everyone was tired and cranky and didn't want to be there, so let's all relax and be good neighbors. Anyway, she was directly behind me and ended up four people ahead of me. Also, she was an idiot. I wanted to be good for the season and all, but I did kind of put a hex on her. Just a little one though. And I called her a bad word in my mind. And made fun of how I thought she was old but instead realized she was just ugly and a mess. But again, just in my mind. Anyway, it isn't like it's Lent.

I scored yesterday at Fish's Eddy, but I can't say how. The gifted read this, you know. I can say that they discontinued the little cereal bowl of my dishes. Now there is a giant bowl which isn't nearly as interestingly shaped. Man. I only have service for 6, which was itself a gift, because it is expensive and I would never lay out that kind of money. But I love it and I always wanted it. Oh! I have the best dishes of anyone ever. And I figured when I get married (stop laughing), I can register for 6 more of everything as it is open stock and all. But now I will forever only have 6 of the little cereal bowls. I love those bowls. I am sad about it. I was in the store and I said to my cashier man, "May I please ask you a question about the Blue Star dishes," and, like the geniuses at Fish's Eddy always do, he knew just what I meant and explained. He even sympathized.

Oh yes, and I got paid. Partially, but finally. And, although they cut the checks on Thursdays, the fuckers didn't meter them until Monday. And I got it shiny and new on Tuesday morning. Many things suck, but my mail service rarely does. A pox on the house of --- for making me think, even just for a second, otherwise.

So even though I have no money and my house is a mess (though that one part of the living room I finished, the wall with the TV and the Christmas tree and the bookshelf full of videos and DVDs ["It's like an art installation!" -- El Fano] looks fabulous), I am still very looking forward to Christmas and all manner of Christmas things. Just because I am a sap like that.

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