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I wonder what it says about me that the one-note joke that is Charo always amuses the hell out of me. (Yes, I'm watching I Love The '70s. Considering I was about three when the seventies ended, I feel a little silly, although watching the 1977 episodes are always kind of neat.)

So, yeah. I definitely won't be getting Dean Jr. this week, although it's a safe bet that as long as I don't go anywhere or do anything on my weekend -- unlikely, since I've only got one day of work out of the way and I'm already exhausted -- I can get it next week. This week, I'm just going to worry about getting my bills and stuff out of the way first, and then use my overtime-swollen check from next week to pick up Dean Jr. from layaway hell. Hi, I'm a responsible adult, at least some of the time. (Also, for everybody who asked, Dean Jr. is a Compaq ... uh, something. All I know is that it has all the stuff I want out of a laptop and is within my budget. Asking me about my computer is like asking me about my car. I can't tell you a damn thing about it, but at least I know how to operate it. :))

I was reading the Project Runway recap on TWoP and realized that the only two I was rooting for to get together in the premiere were Bradley and Katie. I mean, really, how adorable would that be? She looks like a teddy bear, and he looks like Shaggy, and they both used comforters.

I know I love the heat and humidity, but that doesn't mean I don't feel gross right now. Why didn't I just skip the shower today and bathe in a bucket of my own sweat? It would have cut out the middleman, I think.

EDIT: You know that expression about making your blood boil? Honestly, this doesn't feel so bad. It's kind of a tingling sensation, actually.

Another Project Runway thought: I can totally picture Kayne watching Zulema on the figure skating episode last season and throwing tiaras at the TV while screeching, "The plural is sequins, you heinous bitch!" Which is exactly what I did, except I threw Cheetos.

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call it hank.

or doctor o.

not dean...though he does have the best taste in women.

CUCHI CUCHI CUCHI!

Damn! Someone beat me to it.

How sad is it that Thom and I were watching that show last week and trying to remember just what exactly Charo was famous for and how she got to be guest star on all those shows.

We could only come up with the fact that she must have been the Paris Hilton of the 70s, but with more talent and less beaver shots.

take a 'burning horrible image perminantly scarring my mental landscape' point.

Will Dean Jr. have a DVD drive? Can I send Doctor Who on DVDs then, or should I still make it CDs? And on that note, I still need your address, 'cuz the one I have is the old one before you moved...

Yes, he will. That was one of the one things I wanted to make sure this time around -- that there was a CD-RW drive and a DVD drive. (I can't remember if he's got a DVD-RW drive, but I don't really need one.)

And ... argh. I'm a dumbass. Hold on and I'll send it right now, before I get distracted by something shiny again.

Another Project Runway thought: I can totally picture Kayne watching Zulema on the figure skating episode last season and throwing tiaras at the TV while screeching, "The plural is sequins, you heinous bitch!" Which is exactly what I did, except I threw Cheetos.

why, what did she call it?

She kept calling them "sequin." "And all of this is going to be sequin," etc., as if "sequin" were like "moose" or "deer." The more she said it, the more I wanted to throttle her.

Considering Kayne's work in pageantwear, I figure he'd most appreciate how annoying that was. ;)