Happy Halloween!

Does anyone else think tonight would be the perfect night to go to Red Lobster because no one would be there? Anyone?

Well, I have a lot to do work-wise today people, so I am sorry but I will just be posting a political cartoon YET AGAIN. Courtesy of SuperPoop:

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What oh what am I going to do AFTER the election?

Quick Hits

First - THE PHILLY'S WON! WOOOO!
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Dear Yahoo Mail,

I think it is time we parted ways. See, you allow past my spam filter roughly 200 messages a day. But you Spam Filter emails from my mother. Are you trying to tell her/me something? She is a very nice lady, I swear.

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An Important Message from my Very Mortified Friend:

If, for whatever reason, you happen to cut your genetials -accidentally, of course, and afterwards decide to take a picture of the cut with your phone, do not leave your on a bar stool and go flirt with guys, because inevidably, someone will pick up your phone, go through it, and send the picture to everyone in your phone book. Twice. And you will have to explain to your mother what in God's name you were thinking when you got the piercings you did.

Sarah Palin and Karl Marx Could Be Cousins

First, let me get a little political, then, I will get a little funny. I should start by saying that I have nothing against Socialism. The more time that goes on, the more I like it.

Every time Sarah Palin calls Barack Obama a Socialist or a Wealth Spreader, I think of the following statements (and now you can too!) taken verbatum from the New Yorker:

Sometimes, when a political campaign has run out of ideas and senses that the prize is slipping through its fingers, it rolls up a sleeve and plunges an arm, shoulder deep, right down to the bottom of the barrel. The problem for John McCain, Sarah Palin, and the Republican Party is that the bottom was scraped clean long before it dropped out. Back when the polls were nip and tuck and the leaves had not yet begun to turn, Barack Obama had already been accused of betraying the troops, wanting to teach kindergartners all about sex, favoring infanticide, and being a friend of terrorists and terrorism. What was left? The anticlimactic answer came as the long Presidential march of 2008 staggered toward its final week: Senator Obama is a socialist.

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For her part, Sarah Palin, who has lately taken to calling Obama “Barack the Wealth Spreader,” seems to be something of a suspect character herself. She is, at the very least, a fellow-traveller of what might be called socialism with an Alaskan face. The state that she governs has no income or sales tax. Instead, it imposes huge levies on the oil companies that lease its oil fields. The proceeds finance the government’s activities and enable it to issue a four-figure annual check to every man, woman, and child in the state. One of the reasons Palin has been a popular governor is that she added an extra twelve hundred dollars to this year’s check, bringing the per-person total to $3,269. A few weeks before she was nominated for Vice-President, she told a visiting journalist—Philip Gourevitch, of this magazine—that “we’re set up, unlike other states in the union, where it’s collectively Alaskans own the resources. So we share in the wealth when the development of these resources occurs.” Perhaps there is some meaningful distinction between spreading the wealth and sharing it (“collectively,” no less), but finding it would require the analytic skills of Karl the Marxist.

 

And finally, for all my friends in the military:

 

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I do not know why, but this cracks me up something fierce.

Dinner and a Show, Louise?

Awhile ago, Eric and I went out to get him new boots, as well as go shopping, because he likes to get everything done at the same time, and then go home and blow off the rest of the day.

So, we're carrying four thousand bags of groceries and shoes and a new pillow up to the condo from the parking lot. Eric starts to dig out his keys, and as he is trying to unlock the outside door to the condo, his pants fall down. He is still trying to turn the lock while standing there in his underwear.

He later said he was more concerned about getting the heavy outside door open than putting down his bags, picking up his pants, and then trying this whole balancing act again.

So as he is opening the door, from behind us we hear, "Well Louise, when you said dinner and a show you weren't kidding! Young man, you look kind of burley, would you like to come over and do some handywork around my place? You can wear your current uniform!"

The voice came from two old ladies who live in our building, and together their combined age is somewhere in the 180 range.

After they say this,  I start laughing, and Eric starts laughing, and the old ladies start laughing, and we finally get inside and Eric can pull up his pants.

The old ladies walk around us and get into the elevator, we tell them we have so much stuff we will wait for the next one.

As the doors close, these old women are giggling, and one of them says to the other one, "You should have him come over and clean out your pipes!"

At which point it became less funny and more very, very disturbing. The elevator takes off, and Eric turns to me and says, "I have to go take a shower. And after that I NEED TO TELL AN ADULT."

I Hate Iron Mike

Over the weekend, Eric and my friend Beth dragged me out of bed to go to Ditka's Sport Dome. See, when SNL used to make fun of Chicagoans for loving Ditka far, far more than we should, that was pretty true. So true, in fact, that we make dome shrines to him, ala the ancient druids.

Ok, not really, he actually owns the dome, but you get the idea. It's a literal SHRINE to Ditka.

One of my other friends, Denise, was working the Sport Dome's Haunted House. We all the went to the bar before we went in, and that's where my friends George and Beth told me it was not, in fact, a ride, but that I would be walking for 15 minutes.

Now, keep in mind, I had just woken up, so I was a bit cranky, and in no mood to walk ANYWHERE. So I said, "Ahhhh fuck Iron Mike!"

Two men behind me literally GASPED, and one said to the other "Don't look at her! She's the devil!" and people literally hissed at me.

When we finally got into the waiting area to go into the Haunted...Dome, they played really bad techno music, which, I must admit, IS actually scarey to me. I mean, if a bunch of Germans wearing 'Don't Hassle the Hoff' t-shirts came out and started dancing, I really would have just run right out of there.

Eric said the techno music was so bad it was like being in a shitty rave. George replied that it was like being on a shitty webpage. Yeah, it was that bad.

When we finally got in, it was really fun. All the actors did a really good job, and I totally recommend it!

I just don't recommend going with Eric, as he found every single fire/emergency exit in the place. Which was increadibly funny. One of the actors came up to him and said "What are you, SIMPLE? It's the fire exit!" Which made me laugh until I almost peed.

All the same, I am not fond of Iron Mike, and feel free to hiss.

Chicago News - Please Pay Attention!

Jennifer Hudson's mother and brother were found murdered. There's an amber alert for her nephew - I am trying to find the amber alert, but here's the story.

Cassette Tapes for all Your Needs

I just found a GREAT website! You can make cassette tapes say whatever you want! This is almost as good as Dress Up Jesus!

I tried to think up a phrase that would dutifully describe this blog. This is what I came up with:



That should just about do it...

Conversations

Here are snippets of conversations I have had lately.

Eric: So my [World of Warcraft] party ended early...

Enna: interrupts so you had a bad case of premature evacuation?

Eric: Laughs

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Julie: So yeah, Dad's not eating healthy AT ALL! He ate all the blue cheese!

Enna: *Ashamed* No, that was me. Remember? I asked you if I could eat all the cheese, but you might not have heard me well, because... I had a mouth full of blue cheese at the time...

Julie & Mom in unison: THIS WHOLE TIME WE WERE BLAMING DAD!

Enna: Yeah...sorry about that.

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Ericka: Dang HR Guy, you're looking dapper!

HR Guy: Yeah, I am out of clean clothes and I need to do laundry. The more time that goes on though, the nicer my clean clothes get, until one day I will just come into work in a tuxedo.

Ericka: Top hat too?

HR Guy: Well, yeah, what am I? Some kind of animal?

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Mom [to me]: How about you ditch Bible Study tomorrow and come down here and help me with my computer problems? That way you can go home and go to bed right now!

Julie: WOAH. It's like the Last Temptation of Enna! No Enna! Run! She's the devil!

Mom: Oh shush I am not.

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Today is sandwich day! Have a great day everyone! You know I will!

Gifts I Hope to Never Get

Other than herpies of course. Herpies would be #1 on my list!

Here are some other gifts I hope to never get, and they are all from As Seen on TV:



It's a handheld, tennis racket shaped bug zapper. Or, otherwise known in the legal sector, HANDHELD LAWSUIT.



I would just look at the person who gave this to me and ask, with tears in my eyes, why they hate me. I mean, I love a rocking drum solo as much as the next white girl from the 'burbs, but in no way do I want to wake up to one.



Uhhhh what? Somewhere in this one there's a joke about wanting to stab a little black man...



The first time I saw this I had to stop to read the description. I thought it was a very stoned sperm. Apparently, it's the moon.



Again, one would have to ask what the heck happened to the inventor of this item as a child to make him such a sick, sadistic freak.



An at-home claw machine! Now you don't have to leave the house to be so frustrated that you punch the damned thing.



DOES THIS REMIND ANYONE ELSE OF THE CORN BALLER FROM ARRESTED DEVELOPMENT?



I just like the name of this product - Girl Crush. Preteen lesbianism has never been so bedazzled before!



I don't care HOW MUCH you dress this up - this is still a lawn dart.



I only clicked on this becuase I thought it was a flux capacitor. DAMN. Now I am still stuck in the past.



THIS IS A ROBE. You have it on backwards, which would be charming if you were a child, but because you're an adult, it makes me wonder if you're sniffing Comet Cleaner again...

Ok folks, have a great day!

I Love Colin Powell

I know I am a little late on blogging about this...

I LOVE COLIN POWELL.

Not because he endorsed Obama (though that is icing on the cake!) but because he made some excellent points:

• "Well, the correct answer is, he is not a Muslim, he's a Christian. He's always been a Christian," he said. "But the really right answer is, what if he is? Is there something wrong with being a Muslim in this country? The answer's no, that's not America. Is there something wrong with some seven-year-old Muslim-American kid believing that he or she could be president? Yet, I have heard senior members of my own party drop the suggestion, 'He's a Muslim and he might be associated terrorists.' This is not the way we should be doing it in America."


• Regarding Bill Ayers "Mr. McCain says that he's a washed up terrorist, but then why do we keep talking about him? And why do we have the robocalls going on around the country trying to suggest that because of this very, very limited relationship that Senator Obama has had with Mr. Ayers, somehow Mr. Obama is tainted. What they're trying to connect him to is some kind of terrorist feelings. And I think that's inappropriate. Now, I understand what politics is all about, I know how you can go after one another and that's good. But I think this goes too far, and I think it has made the McCain campaign look a little narrow. It's not what the American people are looking for."


• "And I was also concerned at the selection of Governor Palin. She’s a very distinguished woman, and she’s to be admired, but at the same time, now that we have had a chance to watch her for some seven weeks, I don’t believe she’s ready to be President of the United States, which is the job of the Vice President."

There's so much more ...everywhere! But allow me to embed the whole YouTube video for your viewing pleasure (or chagrin.)

Accidental Ass Showing

Someday I will accidentally show my ass on this blog.

No, really. I will.

See, I accidentally show my ass rather frequently.

I used to work for Channel One News. The problem with working as an intern at Channel One (other than not getting paid...but that's a kvetch for another post) is that we worked from four in the afternoon to eight at night. In downtown Chicago, there is no place that will let you use their bathroom that late unless you are a paying customer. And it was safe to assume that I wasn't raking in the big bucks from my free internship.

I had eaten a lot of jalapeño pizza. And, after all that jalapeño pizza, I quite suddenly had to use the bathroom. And when I say quite suddenly, I mean I couldn't even run somewhere, it was a NOW NOW NOW situation.

So, my friend agrees to keep watch, and I walk down the boat loading stairs that lead to the Chicago River.

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So, I hang my ass over the edge, so I can fully use the resources of the great Chicago River.

And as I am doing this, I am completely unaware that there is a tour boat passing by. The only thing that tipped me off was the hooting and hollering and ...the flash bulbs.  Somewhere, in parts of Germany and Sweden and Japan there are pictures of my ass hanging over a river having a serious bout of diarrhea.

Sadly, though, this won't be the LAST time I accidentally show my ass. But that's a story for another blog post. Now excuse me while I go pack my purse full of wetnaps and Immodium.

Dang Family Guy, that was Harsh

Did anyone else see Family Guy tonight? Did you see the McCain/Palin pin on the Nazi's uniform? Anyone else find it kind of shocking that Fox even aired that?

Hot damn, it was humorous though.

I mean, if the Nazi's hated women, well then, it would have been right on, now wouldn't it?

Facts

I know I normally update Monday through Friday, but this week was kind of a trying one. I would tell you all about various financial statements I put together this week, but I am taking a hint from Eric and not talking about it. Mostly because when I come home and start to tell him about it, his eyes glaze over about the fifth word in.

So, instead, I am going to tell you some random facts about myself:

1. I can make balloon animals, which makes me a hit at kids parties.

2. I can also make naughty balloon animals, which makes me a hit at adult parties.

3. I can make killer sugar cookies. I learned the recipe from my father.

4. I am very good at figuring out people's poker tells.

5. If you come to my house, or I come to your house, I can tell you where you put your keys. Even if it's 12 hours later. I am very good at remembering little tiny details.

6. I can ride a unicycle.

7. I hate chocolate.

Amusing Myself at Work

Hey! I just figured out I can add a poll! Sweet. Thanks Wordpress! Perhaps I will put my wedding dresses choices up for vote.

ANYWAY...

There are a few things I have found over at SuperPoop.com. It's run by Drew Toothpaste, who is downright funny.


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Happy Thursday, folks!

If You Disagree With Me...

Then say so. Heck, you can even use the word Cunt. YOU KNOW I DO. But make your arguments relevant to the post YOU are commenting on. You are bringing down every single person who is voting for McCain or Palin because you are a representative of them.

Or Ron Paul. You can never discount those Ron Paul supporters - they're so crazy!


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Look at him! HE'S A BALL OF RAGE!!!

ANYWAY, if you disagree with me, say something. Make an argument. And for the record, calling me an ugly cunt isn't an argument.

Also, I find it kind of funny that every single one of these trolls uses AOL. Think of someone you know who still uses AOL.

Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah.

Can I Get Political For a Moment?

Ayman al-Zawahiri once said "We can't bring down the superpower, but we can make bring themselves down."

He was right. We were drawn into this war, we are drowning in debt trying to catch men in Afghanistan and Iraq who are essentially ghosts, while average  Americans are dealing with rising fuel and food costs.  We are using our resources to destroy ourselves.

AND YET - According to the Associated Press, the Iraqi Stock Exchange has been UP UP UP.

Time to pull out, and work on our own.

Palin Gets Boos at Flyers Opener

Apparently, now I am a Flyers fan!

I am running out right now to get a Flyer's Jersey! Hello Philadelphia - meet your newest fan!

Say a Little Prayer...

My father is up for a job in Europe, and he just found out he is on the "short list." Everyone say a little prayer that he gets it - JUST THINK HOW AWESOME CHRISTMAS WOULD BE!

Plus my mother is fluent in French, so she would just blend.

YAY DAD!

I Would Settle for a Chevy Right About Now

Stop! Comic Time!

I am moving on up to three panel comics now. One panels comics are fun, but extremely limiting. I understand now why Gary Larsen took to "comicing" about nature - you run out of things to draw fairly quickly.

(I wonder if Gary Larsen has google alerts? If so - HI GARY LARSEN! I totally thought that dog was humping that car!)

ANYWAY, enough sucking-ass to Gary Larsen, on with the comic.

(For Lori. And her man.) (And, what the hell, this is for Gary Larsen too!)







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What what what?!

Yeah, I've been nominated. Click on it, vote for me. Help me win fun and prizes.

And by fun and prizes I mean notoriety and a cute little button like the one above, only it would say WINNER.

Thanks!

Good God I Hope That's Urine

My friend Ann moved recently. They are renting the house they moved into, just until they find the perfect house to buy.

The agreement they had with their new landlord was they would move in on Monday, they could be there by 5:30 p.m. and the house would be clean and ready for them. The following is our conversation as she is walking through her new house.

Ann: "So, we get here, and the last tenant is still living here."

Me: "No way."

Ann: "Yeah, apparently, we completely surprised her. Like OH YEAH we show up places on time, sorry about that."

Me: "Haha too funny."

Ann: "Oh I am not done yet. No no no. This story is so much worse."

Me: "Uh oh."

Ann: "She didn't pack. She didn't clean. She didn't do ANYTHING."

Me: "Crap. That sucks."

Ann: "It gets worse. She bought food, like, two years ago, put in the fridge, and then promptly forgot to plug in the fridge or open it again."

Me: "EWWWWW"

Ann: "There was something LIVING IN THE MILK. Like an animal or something. There is something dead under the carpet in the enclosed porch. Or, at least I hope it's dead, otherwise it's dying a slow, smelly death."

Me: "Dude, that's gross as hell!"

Ann: "Right?! It gets worse. Someone has OBVIOUSLY been smoking heavily in the house, and they have had pets. I am also fairly confident that they have never cleaned. EVER."

Me: "Holy crap dude."

Ann: "And that's just the FIRST FLOOR. The second floor, which is just our bedroom? Yeah, it's full of overflowing ashtrays, beer bottles, weapons, and what I can only hope is jars of urine."

Me: **too stunned to talk**

Ann: "YEAH. And it smelled. Everything smelled so bad. And the sink didn't work."

Me: "Wait. Wait. What kind of weapons? JARS OF URINE?!?!"

Ann: "Swords and knives and shit. Yeah. I know. Dude, my hands barely have skin left on them from all the bleach. I ran around spraying it out of the jugs like Leatherface with the chainsaw. It was bad. Really, really bad."

So yeah, you know it had to be bad if she was hoping it was urine!

Steve Colbert Calls Suze Orman

Two of my favorite things came together recently - Steven Colbert and Suze Orman. Hilarity ensued:

http://www.colbertnation.com/the-colbert-report-videos/185682/september-24-2008/joe-nocera

 

I would embed it, but for whatever reason Wordpress won't allow me to do it.

 

Also...

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Goals & Future Failures

I am less than two years away from having a degree (again). More like a year and a semester.

And for once in my life, I know what I want that degree to be in...

Wait for it...

Biology.

Now, for there, I can become a Biometrician - a statical oriented Biologist (similar to my current field, only, you know, less donuts, more people's life spans) or even throw some chemistry in and become a biochemist.

...and then save up enough money to become a chiropractor.

Somewhere in the world, right now, my mother is crying so is so happy. (Everyone! Wave hi to my mom! And my Aunt Sue! Hi Mom and Aunt Sue!)

So, as of today, I am getting this ball rolling. Stay tuned to see how I will pay for all of this...

And as to when I am going to finish my book. (Ha!)

Now Back to Our Regularly Scheduled Palin-Bashing

www.votefortheMILF.com

Go ahead. Go there. See where it redirects you. TUMBLE DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE.

UPDATE - http://www.n00tz.net/2008/09/voteforthemilfcomnetorg-was-a-simple-prank/ Whoops. It was a prank. Well, they got me. Sadly, it was entirely believable.

I have no words.

Completely Wedding Related

So, I have been internet shopping for dresses again. We're still at least two years away from the wedding (actually, we're approximately two years away. Hot damn.) and I have been trolling the internet for good deals. I know this post will only interest my mother and Maria (my fellow Bride-to-be), so sorry to everyone else.

Without further ado, here are some dresses I am considering. My goal is to spend less than $200 total.

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I am have never been big on pink, but something about this dress makes me all giggly and girlie inside. WHO KNEW.

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I really like this one. I think it would look excellent with a birdcage veil, and I must admit, I am totally sold on a birdcage veil. I am pretty much building a dress around how my hair and veil will look, which would I am sure be normal for any other girl on the face of the planet. It's a completely foreign concept to me. I mean, I wear sneakers/trainers until they fall apart and crawl away somewhere to die.

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Ok, picture it in white. I have a serious fascination with pleats. I don't know what it is. Perhaps 13 years in Catholic School has something to do with it. Who knows. Either way, What an awesome dress. PLUS IT IS ONLY $68. I mean COME ON. YOU would love pleats for only $68.

I promise this will be the last post regarding wedding dresses on this blog. I will eventually only write about this kind of girlie crap on my wedding blog. I would post it here, but I am using real names on it, and I don't want people who read this blog and people who read that blog to mix and mingle. Mostly because of my unapologetic use of the C-Word on this blog. So, if you want to know where that blog is, email me superenna(at)gmail(dot)com.

How awesome is that middle dress though? For realsies.

Which is Worse?

Someone emailed me regarding this post. The post is about how Sarah Palin required rape victims to pay for their own rape kits in her town. They pointed out that she didn't know that was going on.

In her own town.

So tell me, which is worse? That she knowingly charged victims of a vicious crime to pay for the collection of evidence, or that in a town of less than 6000 people SHE DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS GOING ON and she might be vice president?

I am sorry to keep beating up on this woman, but hot damn, she is an idiot, and she offends me to my deepest core. Not only as a woman, but as a human being.

Brutal Honesty

A man walks onto my train, and promptly sits down next to me, even though there are still open seats. This should have been my first clue that this was going to be weird ride. The train starts to move, and I pop my headphones in, and start to zone out.

He then leans over to me, and says, "It could be worse. We could all die."

I pull my headphones out, and look at him.

Right now, in my head, I am thinking of my mother telling me not to be a hero in times of crisis or emergency. And then I think of inner Enna, whom we shall just call Ada and is nothing but pure walking/talking id, and Ada is telling me that if he shows a bomb, to quickly twist his head until you hear a snap, just like that military commando at the Y taught you.  And Ada is winning this little internal war, I am not going to lie (sorry mom!)

Instead of snapping his neck, I say, "What?!"

He replies, "The stock market. I mean, it could be worse, we could all die."

NOW I am thinking WHO IN THEIR RIGHT MIND STARTS A CONVERSATION LIKE THAT? Especially on a train that runs a automated message every ten minutes stating "If you see something, say something. You can help us keep you safe by being our eyes and ears while riding with us."

I can SEE the train conductor from where I am sitting, and I start staring at him. I do that stare that says SOMETHING IS WRONG AND COME OVER HERE. I don't have enough cause to start screaming for the undercover federal marshal to come help me. After all, he is just socially awkward, and I think we can all agree, so am I. So I just nod, and pop my headphones back in, and continue spacing out.

About five minutes pass, and he says something else. I don't quite hear it, but I all I caught was it was about his boss. I pop me headphones out, nod, and wait for him to continue. He doesn't. So I pop my headphones back in, assuming he is again done talking.

Then Julie calls, and I talk to her for about a minute. The whole time I am talking to her, he is nodding at me, as though he can hear her talking to me. I have a Moto Razr, which means I can barely hear what she is saying.

I hang up, pop my headphones back in, and continue spacing.

He then leans in again, and starts talking about his boss again. I don't even take out my headphones this time, hoping he will get the hint.

See, I am incredibly socially awkward. I have NO IDEA what to say to this guy. I would mostly just mumble and nod and look at my hands a lot. Or I talk to excess about Eric, which, and I am quite sure of this, is VERY annoying.

So, I nod. And continue spacing.

He then leans in, and says "Hey."

So I pop my headphones out again, and look at him like "Yes?"

He says, "Am I interrupting you?"

"Yes." I reply. Not mean, not snide, not anything but a straight yes. Because he was. And very often, I am brutally honest, usually at horrifically inappropriate times.

He is SHOCKED. He actually recoiled in horror.

Then he talks to the little old ladies across the aisle about the Cubs. This is about when I start to feel bad about saying yes, but seriously? The train ride is my space-out-and-think time. It's Enna's special private time.

When the first stop came, he got up to go. The old ladies say to Creepy Guy "Don't forget your girlfriend." and he replies, "She's not my girlfriend." He said it kind of sad and angry, at the same time. He then gets off the train, and goes.

I guess the only saving grace for this socially awkward embarrassing moment in time is the fact that I wasn't reading a Playboy this time.

Either way, I am a complete brutally honest asshole.

P.S. I am reserving my comments and thoughts on the debate until Monday. Mostly because otherwise I would just scream the C-word a bunch.

I Hate Sarah Palin

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Anyone else watching the debates?

They're at it Again!

The person who sent me a subscription to Playboy? They're at it again. This time I got a free subscription to More Magazine. I saw the title and instantly thought to myself, "NOW THIS is a magazine I can get behind!  More? YES PLEASE. I would like more butter, more cake, more whiskey! Don't mind if I do!"

But of course not. It's a magazine geared towards women in their 40s and 50s. Which, though there is some mention of cake in the magazine, they're not offering more, which is a bit of a letdown. They mostly talk about simplifying your life, and your retirement plan, and that got me to thinking:

If I sold 401K's, I would bring a BIG OLE box of cupcakes with me, and set them directly behind me when I gave my presentation. Then, and only after you sign up for the 401K would you get a cupcake. This thought right here? That is the only thing I got out of this magazine.

All this talk of cake has made me want to look at some cakes. If you want to look at cakes, pine away for them because you are on a stupid diet that makes you miserable, and laugh all at the same time - then go to Cake Wrecks.

Excuse Me While I Whip This Out

Gratutitiously and unapologetically stolen from Tina. Some of us are very tired and worn out from celebrating last night to write our own original post.