scientists slurping up sturgeon sperm from the fish's whatever with a

It doesn't matter what noun you put at the end of that, it's too late to erase the idea of them doing it through a straw.

Thanks, ever so.

Speaking of (not) thanks, scrappy, fuck you and the facebook you rode in on. Aarrgh. I spent way too much time looking people up on it today. New job! Good behaviour!

I'm also sad because I lost the auction for this dress which I would have loved to wear. Ah, well. I set my limit.

I'm surprised I'm surprised by this take on the Alec Baldwin recordings. Or perhaps I'm from topsy turvy town. Because I'd spank my child before calling them a "rude, thoughtless little pig." More realistically, my mother who has a talent for verbal evisceration would never do that. Not to her kids. Not without feeling it was done out of nothing but anger--and her intention when spanking was to never act out of pure anger.

I think we should spread the word that Fallujah is the most happening new Spring Break nightlife spot this year. Then when Jenna and Barbara hit the dunes looking to party she can suffer as much as all the other people worried about their loved ones' safety overseas.

Why hasn't al-Qaida targeted them?

I, ME, sarameg, gave ita a disturbing image!

(ok, she filled in the blanks with something else. But really, the syringe wasn't much better.)

I don't know whether to be proud or concerned.

Hey, scientists swallowing animal reproductive juices...let's just say it was a while before my brain's yell of "Caviar!" was heard by my viscera.

black underwear and safety pins.

Ha, Vortex. Exactly.

Gross mental images, yes. How I will miss you all for the next few days.

Hey, you filled in the blanks! So I guess I should be... afraid.

I think I just got grossed out by PBS. Usually, it is CSI. But no, scientists slurping up sturgeon sperm from the fish's whatever with a syringe. Complete with revolting noises. I'll never be able to consume cream of chicken soup again. Nor mushroom. Gah.

I was eating corn chowder. Was.

Is this where I mention that book I read this weekend informs me that the sperm whale's name is in no way unconnected to what you think it is? Apparently, they have a big resevoir of oil that when it hits air, basically becomes... Not genetically, but appearance-wise. And that was so not even close to the grossest bit of this book.

So, I'm in a hotel. Do I seriously just put the room service tray on the floor of the hallway? That just seems so tacky.

(I'm also hoping I sent enough work emails to justify the ten bucks this internet connection is costing.)

That's what I do, Jesse, if I don't want to keep it in the room. But I was until recently quite oblivious to niceties like tipping the cleaning lady. So what do I know?

Man, (no offense intended to Jilli!style) I'd love these without the bats. Now, I'd never wear them (because when can you?), but at least there'd be love.

Oh, crap, tipping the cleaning lady. Right.