December 2004 Archives

What I found under the tree:
- a cuisinart toaster oven
- an electric razor
- photos/frames
- new underwear
- new white undershirts
- a wind-proof umbrella
- a mixture of oils used by thieves during the plague
- a new belly button

For the last few years, I've been (gasp! - can it be?) sans cable. Well, no. That's a lie. I actually have some cable stations, but only because I was smart enough to plug the existing cable sticking out of the wall into my dumb-box ... I mean ... my TV. Oddly enough, I can somehow manage to suck out channels 2-13, the food network, and (my favorite) MNN. Oh joy.

However, a cutie has finally come along to fill the giant hole (no ... not that hole ... get your mind out of the gutter) that the lack of mtv has left in my heart. I can now stay up-to-date on all the music-video-goodness that there is in this world. He promises to be my non-stop guide to futher my music video needs. All my music video needs? We'll just have to see about that!

While at my parent's house this weekend:

[My Dad hands me a piece of the newspaper]
Dad: What do you think of this haircut?
Me: Um. Isn't that Scott Peterson?
Dad: Yeah, but look at the haircut.
Me: Wait. You're really going to bring a picture of a murderer to a barber and say, 'Make me look like that?'
Mom: (taking newspaper and throwing it away) No. He isn't.

Score: 1 for Mom.

"Bottoming Out" does not mean the same thing in the medical world as it does in the gay world. It's not as much fun either.