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I apparently learn more than I should from the Don & Mike show. For instance, yesterday I learned that Arnold Schwartzengger is having a garage sale with the state of California and is selling tons of stuff on eBay including, and I'm not making this up, thirty pounds of scissors. I love that phrase, "30 pounds of scissors". It makes me want to start a punk band just for the name. And selling scissors in poundage ... how novel. What next, seventy-five ounces of televisions? Forty-three gallons of kittens? Then again, you could sell kittens by the gallon, but really, what would you do with liquid kittens? (Egads! Another punk band name!)

Also, yesterday's guest on the show was Ryan Seacrest's hairstylist, who was far too adorable to be allowed anywhere near Ryan Seacrest. Bah.

Oh, and here's something that'll make you go, "I'm sorry, but what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" Since we're near Washington, our DHL station has to forward packages from some of the government buildings to this location in Anacostia that X-rays and inspects the packages for certain divisions when their security reaches high enough. So Bosslady gets a phone call yesterday from a guy from the GSA to see about forwarding their packages to the security location starting in a few months, but only -- and this is is the WTF?! part -- only if Bush gets re-elected.

I'm sorry ... what? What the hell is that supposed to mean? I'm still trying to figure it out.

Anyway, qnotku just dared me to finish an 80,000 story by my birthday and get it published. And I have an idea, too. Damn it.

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Bosslady has left the building. I repeat, Bosslady has officially left the building. (*waves like an idiot* Adios! Goodbye! Bon voyage! Don't forget to write!)

Anyway, you know that scene in the "Vacation" episode of Dead Like Me where Rube says something about filing the Reapers' paperwork and George asks how, then spouts off this technical-sounding question about how he wants it done? And then she voices over that she's amazed she was so busy hating her job, she didn't realize she was actually learning to do her job? Yeah, that's my day right there.

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Just a side note ... you know what I think of every time I write the word "meme"? There was this girl in my high school class named Ellen who was pretty much called Mimi throughout school because she used to be one of those Hermione-esque girls who, when the teacher would as the class a question, would immediately lose control of her arm, which would shoot skyward so fast she probably dislocated her shoulder, and would wave frantically with little whimpering noises to get the teacher's attention.

The supposition that I was another one of the uber-Hermiones is greatly exaggerated. Or something. Er, yeah.