It's not Obsession

LODI: So, you know how Derek Jeter hit your car?
ME: Yeah?
LODI: Lucy Lawless stole Mia's bra.
ME: What a bitch.

... I hate it when celebrities don't take responsibility for their actions. Drives me up a fucking wall. TSK.

TSK I SAY.

I slept horribly last night.

I don't know what it was but I had a bunch of weird dreams, and then like at 2:30 I woke up and couldn't get back to sleep for almost an hour. And not that I lay there in the calm and quiet for fifty minutes pondering the meaning of life. I mean that I lay there in the dark and proceeded to panic about everything that had ever gone wrong in my life... ever. It was terrifying. Mostly because I THINK I'd start to doze off and another thought would come and... yeah. Seriously uncool.

Plus, I had one REALLY vivid dream that Lani was trying to message me all night. Like, on IM. But AIM/Gmail was all funky and I couldn't get her messages. It gave me this frantic/panicked feeling.

I'm all icky this morning now. I hate having dreams I don't remember.

I am not moving to France.
- If I AM moving to France, I am telling people.
-- If I'm telling people, this means YOU, Lani, and not your parents.
--- I'd probably tell your parents, but not until AFTER I'd told you. DEAL!?
---- I'm not moving to France.


If you come to visit with me, you can stay with me.
- I am not ditching you at my sister's so you can listen to her fight with her boyfriend.
-- Even though it's funny when she wins.
--- No, not even if I say I'm gonna be right back.
---- But you can still come to visit!

Rach, Mer? You want in on this? Something I did to you where I left the country or made you sleep on Cher's couch without me being there? Anything? Let me know.


Derek Jeter hit my fucking car. Asshole.

You would have thought I'd have learned from LAST time, but apparently I'm now stuck bringing my son to my 'Bust the Diamond Smugglers' operation against the Italian Mob. What a mess.


[Edited: I called Rach and SHE says, "I have no toilet paper. I think you should come and spend the day with me and bring me some toilet paper." My response: "So, what you're REALLY saying is, 'Mary, bring me toilet paper even though the grocery store is LITERALLY across the street.'" Her? "Yes."]