I think one of my college roommates was a hooker -- she's kind of little and mean, so that would be right, right?

OK, I have got to get out of here. Note: favorite thing to do in the rain is not go outside. I failed miserably at that on Saturday in the driving rain, and will fail again today. Bleh.

My favorite thing to do in the rain depends on the season. Summer = run outside and play. Winter = curl up on the couch with tea/coffee/cocoa/etc.

Sadly, today, I do not have that option. (Though I will be having my lunch delivered -- no way I'm going out in this more times today than I absolutely have to.)

I think one of my college roommates was a hooker -- she's kind of little and mean, so that would be right, right?

I like this sentence.

I caught sight of a reflection of me this morning, striding into work in high-heeled shiny boots with big buckle, short red skirt, shiny black blouse and a Hellboy lunchbox. Ah, well. It's all me.

I really want cheese. I have yoghurt. Want cheese. Have chicken and rice, want cheese.

I had cheese!

Like yesterday, where all you had was cheese?

Basically, the player whose job it is to try to "hook" (grab, get control of) the ball with his/her feet when they're in the scrum (which is the chaotic-looking mob scene thing).

The one in the middle of the front line of the scrum, whose job it is to hook the ball with their feet as it gets rolled into the scrum and push it back out the tail end of the scrum. The ones to either side of the hooker are called props.

Done properly, the hooker sits on the shoulders of two middlerow people, one person per hip. Unlike the other two people in the first row, the hooker does not have someone reaching between his/her legs to grab at her waistband, either. It is a curiously virginal position to play.

Ahh, Buffistas. Source of all knowledge. Thanks!

Um, yeah.

Project Manager Leaves Suicide PowerPoint Presentation

Onion story. I saw a link to it (with the above text) and I first thought it was real. I need more sleep.

PORTLAND, OR—Project manager Ron Butler left behind a 48-slide PowerPoint presentation explaining his tragic decision to commit suicide, coworkers reported Tuesday.

"When I first heard that Ron had swallowed an entire bottle of sleeping pills, I was shocked," said Hector Benitez, Butler's friend and coworker at Williams+Kennedy Marketing Consultants. "But after the team went through Ron's final PowerPoint presentation, I had a solid working knowledge of the pain he was feeling, his attempts to cope, and the reasons for his ultimate decision."

"I just wish he would've shot me an e-mail asking for help," Benitez added.

Butler broke his presentation into four categories: Assessment Of Current Situation, Apologies & Farewells, Will & Funeral Arrangements, and Final Thoughts.

I have cheese on my chicken parm, but I also have meat sauce on my ziti which makes it unedible por moi. They didn't tell me the sauce was meat. ptui. Oh, also cheese on my ceasar salad.

BAD SARAMEG!