Hope the Vicodin makes the pain go away, Perkins. I love the way V makes me feel. I call them my happiest pills. Same hope for you, ita, with different drugs.

I'm just going to have to admit I can't do this. I can't think of anything but running home. Not even the life class feels appealing, despite the spanking new huge sketch book (god, I love sketch books) in my car.

I like these people.

I don't have the spoons.

And tomorrow is a work day.

I'm off home.

As much as it sucks, I think that's the best thing.

So he not only earns it, but thinks his way through the process.

Bev, do you want a Nephlet. Actually, no, would you please, please, please take my sister and wallop her with this cluestick?

The glasses conversation makes me remember when I got my full-time glasses a year or two ago. I went over to a friend's place to hang out by the firepit and drink wine and I spent an inordinate amount of time with my right eye shut and looking at pine trees with my glasses and then without them. I'd had no idea until my eye exam earlier that day that my left eye was significantly worse.

Perkins, I hope the pain is managed and you don't regret the Vic. Ouchy mouth...

I'm sorry, ita.

As an Italian-American from New Jersey, I am proud to have Snooki represent my cultural heritage.

Snooki is not from Jersey. I don't think any of them are. (Nope, one is: [link]

I feel for the various Italian American groups and their TV protests. Sopranos was really pretty accurate and so is Jersey Shore. I think they'd be better off going with "hey, there is more to Italian Americans in New Jersey than mobsters and/or guidos" than acting like they're fictitious creatures. Get some Grandmothers out there cooking or something.

Of course, Sopranos always had other Italian Americans who weren't mob -- that was part of the drama. Dr. Melfi, Artie Bucco... I can't speak for Jersey Shore having never watched it.

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Poor little sucker, having to get glasses. There aren't any pictures of me in mine before the age of 25 or so as I was the master of whipping them off whenever a camera appeared. Now I like them better -- this has nothing to do with heading out of my 30s and getting a few, um, lines...

I, too, remember seeing the leaves on trees. And I liked that part, but I was delerious when they finally let me get contact lenses.

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Seriously? I only just heard that he got married. (Orlando Bloom, that is.)

WHAT?!?!? ::rents clothing::

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I'm sorry ita. But don't do things that you know will inevitably make your head worse, you know.

Weird when famous people follow me back on Twitter. Especially when I followed them because they were entertaining in a documentary I just watched and then saw him on someone completely else's feed and recognized his picture in that tiny image and figured it was A Sign since I forgot to find out his name after the doc. Dude, I thought you were amusing and really hot. Don't follow me back. I am not that interesting...

Oh for fuck's sake. I had a nice drink after work with coworkers and thought I was over hating everything...until I got home to a voicemail from my mother suggesting that I should get my grandmother an $80 birthday present (I gave her a small thing from Greece on her actual birthday), and a series of emails from my friend the bride telling us what she wants to do in Vegas, which is all annoying. Not that her plans are all annoying, but asked us to figure shit out, so we did! And now she doesn't like it. And wants us all to do a spa day, which, no.

Ugh, Jesse. I would be deleriously happy just to be having an out of town bacheleorette that I would be fine with whatever, unless it was something I specifically didn't ask for, like hookers or hangliding.

It's really mostly annoying because it's most of a group who has been going to Vegas for several years now (plus additional friends/family of the bride), and I love our regular routine, none of which is happening this year. I am getting over it.