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Yesterday was a bust, so I have avoided the news all day today. Is it just me, or does anyone else notice a severe downward trend in the stature of politicians lo, these 20 years? ::sigh:: Outstanding Search of the Day Lamest Search of the Day First Lame Runnerup Second Lame Runnerup Net Lore Google of the Day So I am now a Smartypants hanger-on, dancing out on the fringes of Smartypants fame. I hardly know how to react. Kinda makes me feel like a groupie. Do they have net groupies? Does this mean I have to adopt some cute groupie moniker, like Penny Lane or Ruby Tuesday? What, exactly, is net protocol for this situation? Other of the day's googlers include 3 Katie Doyles, Tremors-Kevin+Bacon, and quotes+"live life on the edge". Interesting, rather motley collection today. I comment on it mostly because I have nothing else to say, so I guess I should go to bed, ay? We don't need no steenking shooger Oh yeah? How else do you explain diabetics and hypoglycemics sugar-feeding themselves into comas when they know better? Like I don't realize how bad it is for my body every time I eat the stuff? My vision blurs and I get lightheaded, for crying out loud. That does not keep me from wolfing an entire package of Hostess in oh, around 45 seconds. 'Course, that nifty little feeling of tranquilized euphoria I get could have something to do with it. But when all I can think about for 7 freaking hours or more is how much I want that sugar and can't wait to score it, there's a serious problem there. And normally, I would have gone down the hill. Many's the time I have, at 1 or 2 am. But my boyfriend is home, and I can't have him see me eating this stuff when I'm supposed to be trying not to, because the next time I whine that my jeans are too tight, he'll be able to point out that maybe they wouldn't be if I'd lay off the sugar a little. So I'm just sort of trying to tough it out. And promising myself that first thing tomorrow morning, I can drive down to the Chevron station and score a hit. But yeah, it's probably not an addiction. ::sigh:: I'm going to go read Harry Potter (year 4) and try to think about something else. Have a good day. Peace out, copyright 2002
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Isms, in my opinion, are not good.
In which Katie shares sad news - Wednesday, Apr. 01, 2015
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