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Weird thought ... I was jumping from LJ to LJ just killing time this morning and in one of 'em in a discussion of the shiny new Supreme Court decision was the phrase "homosexual agenda." And maybe it's just the time of day or it's just me or something, but what's so special about the homosexual agenda? Seriously, it's just the heterosexual agenda, but with the body parts switched around. Sheesh.

(I think one of the main differences between the heterosexual and homosexual agendas is that in the homosexual agenda is, "Be more fun at parties than everybody else," while in the heterosexual agenda is, "Dance like someone being poked with a cattle prod.")

Hmm. Maybe going back to sleep would be a good option. Even if it means missing "Monk."

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( Very cool ... )

God, I feel like crap. I've had one Smirnoff and while I don't feel officially drunk yet, I do feel a bit ... off. I can't decide whether that's good, bad, or just pathetic.

Somebody needs to tell the bands playing across the street at the town park to turn down the volume. Wish I could, but that's the fun of living in this town. *eye roll* They've got Spinal Tap amps. Even my cats are starting to vibrate.

Ugh. I think I need a nap. Or someone to bean me over the head with my laptop. (Yes, I'm the world's cheapest drunk. Why do you ask?)

Hey!

My mother was ready to toss a perfectly nice purse upstairs in the attic, but I found it in her bedroom before she could come home and put it up there. Not only that, but she left a container of perfectly good Dic-Tacs in there! Yeah, they're exactly like they sound -- Tic-Tacs shaped like little penises. (Penii? Penes? I don't know, I'm still a little buzzed.)

How cool ... a practically new purse, so that I can replace one of my old ones, and Dic-Tacs, so that I can be both morally repugnant and possessed of minty fresh breath all at once.

(P.S. Don't ask why my mom has Dic-Tacs. I don't know, and I don't really want to know. Would you?)

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Okay, I'm officially bored out of my mind. Let's do a round of Anywhere but Here, shall we?

If I could be Anywhere but Here, I'd be ... on a tropical beach with a beer cooler that never goes empty and a radio that plays whatever I request. And Hugh Jackman would be in the beach chair next to me. And our clothes would be in Guam. :)

'Kay, anybody else want to have a go?