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There are few things that I would like to describe with the letters "XL." The shirts and pants I purchased today ARE NOT AMONG THEM!

So. Since I went shopping today (in preparation for a little vacation I'm taking to Los Angeles on Friday) I have been to the gym and then to My Whole Foods, to purchase good stuff to replace the krap that has accumulated in my fridge.

I regret spending such money on clothing that I hope to not fit into within a few months, but I had to do something. Just a few shirts n' stuff to get me through the spring. No sense in looking AND feeling like shit.

Whew. I feel better already.

It's been a rough week at work. Some might call it "torturous." I don't mean to exaggerate, but LAWRT...I've put in some HOURS this week. The worst of it was that after very busy day, I had to endure a two-hour "improv comedy show." Two hours trapped in hell....

And I have to work tomorrow, too. So I'm stayin' in, bein' a kleen teen, and trying to avoid a repeat of last weekend's shame spiral. Oddly, I'm ok with that. Some might call that "growth."

I'm also ok with the two days of rain that we've had here in Our Fair City. Typically, I develop a weird moodiness when I don't see the sun for over 48 hours, but I'm well aware of how much we need the rain. Maybe we'll even get some pretty dogwoods this spring...

So. On tap for the weekend (a phrase I hate but will use in solidarity with all of my other blogging friends)? Work, a film, an OSW dinner, and more work. No Oscar parties, though...they're just fuckin' obnoxious.

you know...i cried when i had no shoes...

...until I met a man who had no feet...

...and then I laughed...rrreally hard.

Ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok, ok....MESSAGE RECEIVED!

I'm sick of being sick. I'm tired of being tired.

My mom sent me some real, real cute photos that were taken recently. I'll spare you the details, but suffice it to say that I've since put down the ice cream, I'm layin' off the sauce, and I might just go to the gym tomorrow.

Great God almighty! Was I waiting for tonight's lunar eclipse to alter my consciousness to the point that I just finally fuckin' get up and do something about how weird I've been feeling lately? Jeez Louise!

Now, were I an armchair psychotherapist, I might review my posts on this forum and self-diagnose myself as a something called a "manic depressive." God, I hope that's not the case.

I prefer to just chalk it up to poor diet. Yeah...that's it. Crappy food.

I'm baaaaack...

Ok.

It's no secret that I really don't like Valentime's Day.

I won't go into the reasons...it's nothing personal...well, maybe a little personal. But I won't bore you with the details of WHY I hate Valentime's Day.

I'll just tell you about my day.

Woke up early this morning, constipated from the rich food at Cuerno last night. Neat. I went through my day, watching dozens and dozens of shitty, ugly, horrible flower arrangements float by as they were placed on top of desks at my place of employment. Some were adorned with teddy bears n' balloons - klassy. Lots of people wished me a Happy Valentime's Day, to which I responded, "Humbug." Fielded many inane questions about whether or not I had a Special Someone, and had to apply much antiseptic to the searing gash in my back, as the knife twisted with each inquiry.

Throughout the day, I wished to call many friends, but didn't, as most of them are in relationships and I just didn't feel like talking about all of that. Suffered the assurances of many people that I would find someone someday. Neat.

After a long and depressing day at work (for reason's beyond the whole Valentime's Thing), I ventured to Your Ansley Mall Kroger, and sat in the parking lot for a moment before entering. It was 9:30 PM, and hand to God: there were RIVERS of men pouring out of that place with shitty floral arrangements and balloons and krap, surely on their way home to ridiculous, hideous, demanding women who dreamed of Helzberg diamonds but instead will get some shitty bouquet with a teddy bear stuffed into it, probably embroidered with the phrase "I wuv you BEARY MUCH!" Serves 'em all right.

Once inside the Kroger, I selected my goods and breezed past the Valentime's aisle - at the suggestion of the night manager, whose voice on the loudspeaker advised me that there were still "great deals to be had!" The aisle looked like the Seasonal Items aisle at your local Kroger - in Baghdad or Darfur. Tatters. Shreds. Chocolates everywhere. Discarded rose petals. Gross.

I drove home, and the OSW called to complain about choking on some nuts. Don't ask.

I quickly mixed myself a cocktail, and can honestly say that it's the only stiff thing I'm getting this Valentime's Day. Somehow, I'm ok with that.

fun new activity!

Find That Hideous Grammatical Error in the Atlanta Journal Constitution!

Today's AJC - the paper of record for Our Fair City - has a coupla real lulu's this week.

BEHOLD! In an article about Cynthia McKinney's failed attempt to seal the Green Party presidential nomination in California, we find the following bit. McKinney used to be a congresswoman from Georgia, but nobody here likes her anymore, so she moved to California. Here's a portion of the AJC's report:

"McKinney won Green Party primaries in Arkansas and Illinois and is in slightly trailing Nader in Massachusetts, according to the Green Party. The party reported there were voting irregularities Illinois, where some voters reported there were no Green Party ballots at some locations."

Huh? Who's editing the AJC? A corpse?