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You know what I heard yesterday? That on this September 11th, the Bush twins will be at their stylist's gay wedding.

No, seriously.

*dies laughing*

I'm starting to like the Bush twins more and more, and it's more than a little terrifying.

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Damn. I went to the mall today, looked in both Borders and Suncoast, and couldn't find Buckaroo Banzai in either one. If it weren't for the fact that Borders is full of books and Suncoast is selling a DVD player for $20 if you buy any two movies over $10, I'd be bitching like crazy. (As it is, I sound like a commercial for both stores.) Tomorrow, I try Best Buy.

In any event, today's finds (for nice and cheap -- hee, I love DVD deals) were Escape from New York, Escape From L.A., Big Trouble in Little China, and Starman. (I really want the Starman TV series, too, but my God is a vengeful, mindless God who thinks ALF deserves a box set more. *sigh*)

Also, I have my bus ticket for Labor Day weekend. Everybody else I know will be in Atlanta chasing famous people, and I'll be in Pennsylvania, buried under a mountain of Siamese cats.

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I was talking to my mother before, and she mentioned that my uncle Johnny was coming to visit. We never get to see my uncle Johnny, but apparently he's been living with his ex and babysitting his granddaughter (the first great-grandchild my grandparents would have had). And right after she mentioned that, she threw in, "You know, your father would like a grandchild."

HA! I nearly made it to twenty-seven before either one of them mentioned grandchildren. That's got to be a record.

I told her to get me an Olympic swimmer, and I'd work on it. She told me to lower my standards. I told her that if my standards got any lower, I'd have to start digging. She told me my very first boyfriend is working at the local mini-mart and has "turned over a new leaf". I told her that as sweet as Mike is ... uh, no.

So, all in all, a very weird phone call. Especially since it began with the news that Psycho Neighbor, the elderly nut who lived next door, died in his sleep this week. It goes to show just how liked this guy was that no one noticed he wasn't around for about three days. And if it weren't for the fact that he obsessively waited for the mail every day the mailman wondered where he was, he'd probably still be there until we smelled him.

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The Glorified Optimist had a fit today because I was on the internet on Lieutenant Asshat's computer, which the new guy is using to type up data entry. He said the new guy (who I think I'll call the Grouch because his name is Oscar and he's a nice guy, so it's ironic or something, but I'm buzzed, so whatever) wouldn't be able to get his work done and I needed to stop wasting time.

The Grouch and I proceeded to get all of our work done thirty-five minutes early. To say the Glorified Optimist was pissy when we asked to leave early is an understatement.

Boy, do I not want to go into work on Monday. 'Cause the Glorified Optimist is going to tattle to Bosslady, and just ... just, no.

EDIT: So today my mother told me my dad wants a grandchild, one of the customers had me hold her baby while she fixed her package, and one of the dock workers mistakenly assumed the baby photo Bosslady put over our computer of her niece was of my baby. If God's trying to tell me something, I think that unless he wants to preface it with the winning Powerball numbers, I'll just be over in the corner wallowing in hysterical deafness.