I wonder if he has a daughter named Ozma?

::stares intently at the pretty lady::

Poor bedazzled ita.

Or not, considering she's just distracted by pretty and I'm distracted by shortsighted decisions that were made when I was 5.

That's the ohnotheydidnt journal on the kiss.

Yeesh, what a nightmare. Makes me love b.org all the more, but still, what a nightmare.

Thanks for The Boondocks info.

Ugh. So ready for this day to be over. At least the phone is quiet for a moment.

Rice Crispies:

I will never understand people that push the elevator button repeatedly, as if the force their exerting on button will be somehow pumped into the elevator mechanism and cause it to move faster.

I've been known to push the button more than altogether necessary, but it springs from my deep-seated insecurity. Perhaps I pushed the button wrong. Perhaps I failed to push the button and only think I've pushed the button and am standing here stupidly waiting for an elevator I haven't called. Perhaps the elevator is, in fact, out of service, and someone has failed to put up an appropriate admonishing bulletin. Perhaps there is no one else in existence in the entire universe and yet, here am I, standing here, waiting for what must certainly be...oh, wait, here it is now.

I will never understand people that push the elevator button repeatedly, as if the force their exerting on button will be somehow pumped into the elevator mechanism and cause it to move faster.

It gets the electrons bouncing faster, causing the elevatormovejuice to come out of its bottle faster.

I will never understand people that push the elevator button repeatedly,

If I don't push it three times with each hand, my family will die.

You don't know. They MIGHT.

I don't think I ever push the button repeatedly in front of people, but if I'm by myself? I will sometimes push the button to express my feelings of "Why don't you get here faster you bastard my day has been bad enough already without having to sit here at the mercy of machinery."