March 23, 2003

• I'm baaa-aack!  I can taste your fear.  It tastes like pear.

  
  

  I sat next to this family on the plane and they had like 3 kids.  The youngest daughter (who was maybe 3) was really cute but all jumpy and she kept on screaming "Da-DEE!"  and when her dad would pick her up she'd scream "Ma-MEE!"  And then the mom would take her.  After a while, I became numb to her voice.

  
  

  The kid behind me was playing cards with herself and she kept on kicking my chair.  So often were her kicks that for a fleeting moment, I felt an urge to cut off her legs...

  
  

  I think I have a rage problem.

  
  

  I didn't sleep at all on the flight, and I actually watched the in-flight movie (Analyze That).  And then I stared out the window and thought of all the different names I wouldn't mind naming my future kids. 

  
  

  I'm watching this commercial for JCPenny and there are these girls/women who are prancing around in different environments and different JCPenny outfits.  Now, these women can go jump around on the beach in their bikinis, or laugh in a car, or on a car, in their summertime ensembles, whatever, I can believe that would happen.  But what about the JUDGE who takes off her rope revealing a tight-cut pink dress?  I don't think that happens everday.  Or the working business woman who suddenly strips out of her suit, showing us her pink lace underwear, and then puts on a tight-cut dress and walks out?  I think I would like to work in an office like that, apparently anything goes.  Hmm...the theme for tonight must be the tight-cut dress.  The judge and the business woman must shop at the same place...

  
  

  Oh yeah, JCPenny. 

  
  

  **--**lor**--**

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