This is why I hate clothes shopping.

I am now swimming in the size 12 khakis and other pants I bought 2 months ago. Finally breaking down, I went to Walmart to hit up their $20 pants again...and discovered they had nothing in petites between 12 and 6. Christ, I'd hoped THAT problem would be over, but no such luck. I had to go to work yesterday for about 5 hours, and then decided to swing by LL Bean afterward to try their khakis (fortunately not much more expensive). I went to the petite section and lo! I fit into an 8!! Not paying any attention to the length, I bought them, ordered another pair in blue, and practically floated home...

Only to discover this morning while at work that LL Bean's version of "petite" is very different from Walmart's version of "petite." I am now wearing fucking high-waters!! So now I not only have to return these and try on their normal length, but I've got a pair of trousers, which I already know are too short, coming via Fed Ex this week.

I HATE shopping.

But hey, I'm wearing a size 8!!!

I would gladly work holidays more often if it meant my daily commute was like it was this morning... ::sigh::

I was shot down in flames today.

It wasn’t the first time. God knows it probably won’t be the last. But it was the first time in years that I’ve worked up the nerve to ask someone out. Hell, it’s first time in years I’ve even felt the urge or confidence to do it. A nice guy who happens to live on my floor in my condo, someone I run into occasionally and has always been very friendly, chatty, etc. The last time we talked he even commented on how good I was looking, etc. So I thought, what the hell, I know we have a few things in common.

So I promised myself that next time we met, I would work up the nerve to ask if he’d like to go out for a cup of coffee or something. Well, this morning I ran into him this morning while stepping off the elevator. And I did it. And he smiled before saying that he has a girlfriend…but that doesn’t mean we still can’t get a cup of coffee if we wanted…after he asked her if it was okay, of course.

I sure can pick ‘em.

So I’m sitting here listening to Gershwin’s Three Preludes and feeling a bit lost today.

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::sigh::

That one...? That one, what? No really, Mr. Senator, I'd like to know. Go on, tell us--we know you're dying to get it off your chest, just like the rest of your hate-mongering mob.




And by the way, for a man who brags about reaching across the aisle and not being partisan, why won't he look at or shake hands with his legitimate opponent?

Totally nicked from holdouttrout.

God, this was my all-time favorite video back in the day--but this has a nice twist.

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Following up on the hotness that is Phil on The Amazing Race...I found this clip. Stick with it and you shall be rewarded.

Bear in mind that I was watching it in HDTV and you could see EVERYTHING.

::pants::

Wait for it...

Don’t know if anybody else on my flist watches The Amazing Race…but let me just say that Phil, in that coral-colored shirt, with a sheen of sweat visible on his exposed neck, has to be one of the hottest things I’ve seen in years! GRUNT!

Sorry to keep posting stuff like this, but seriously, it's like a canker sore in your mouth, and no matter how much it may hurt, your tongue keeps poking at it.

As much as I liked the "hate puppies" ad, this one may just be the coup de grace.

This is quite possibly the best political ad ever. For those of you not familiar with Al Franken, he was a writer for years on Saturday Night Live, wrote a few books squewering loud-mouthed, hypocritical, and hate-mongering conservatives like Rush Limbaugh. He is currently running for a US Senate seat for Minnesota.

Bearing in mind that the McCain campaign has annouced that it intends to go dirtier (so much for honor), I think this sort of approach is the perfect way to deflect it.

I just realized that because I've personally shot a deer (5 points, thank you very much!) and helped gut it, I may be qualified to be president!

Do you think I'll need to write a cover letter?

For those who missed it...

This is kinda cool. It really makes me want to sign up for The Amazing Race some day.


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1. Grab the nearest book.
2. Open the book to page 56.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the next seven sentences in your journal along with these instructions.
5. Don't dig for your favorite book, the cool book, or the intellectual one: pick the CLOSEST

"The talking that leads up to sex is often more interesting to read about and write about than the thing itself, because there are more possibilities for intrigue and for the unexpected. This is the case in Don DeLillo's White Noise, a dark comedy of American "magic and dread," as husband and wife prepare for bed by discussing what erotic literature they will read that night. Their dialogue satirizes both married sex and the "he entered her" school of erotic writing. The husband, Jack, professor of Hitler studies at a midwestern univeristy, narrates:

I said, "Pick your century. Do you want to read about Etruscan slave girls, Georgian rakes? I think we have some literature on flaggelation brothels.""

The Joy of Writing Sex by Elizabeth Benedict

Oh yeah, baby! After nearly 3 weeks at a plataeu, I've finally starting losing a bit again. The last time I was in the 140s was around 1992. Whooop!!!



And I'd just like to say how GOOD it feels when I go walking now--it's no effort anymore, and when I decided to walk to my bank this morning to cash a check, it didn't even phase me that the branch is nearly 5 miles round-trip. My only problem seems to be that after a while my shoulders start to hurt--bad--which I admit to not understanding. They feel fine now, but whenever I go for long walks they really start to bother me. I'm baffled. Any ideas?

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It's a rare pleasure to feel joy while commuting from work, but tonight I got a nice buzz.

I'm waiting in the backed-up left-turn lane for what feels like HOURS (anybody who knows Tysons Corner traffic during rush hour will understand), waiting for the lights to cycle over and over again, and slowly creeping forward because so many people sneak up to the front and cut in, slowing us all down. I'm finally moving up and will make it through this light--when suddenly the car to my right (the one in the straight-thru lane) swerves in front of me in the middle of the intersection, no blinker, no warning, etc. I slam on my brakes and on my horn...

And lo! The car waiting opposite the intersection from my lane is an unmarked police car!! In an instant, the lights are flashing, and he's on that asshole's case like stink on a baby's diaper!

Instant gratification!! I can't recall ever having that happen before, but I liked it. I should have stopped and thanked him. He made my day. ;^)