we have found something to have for lunch, yet our pants are still too short (if we have grown at all in the past week we will hang ourselves from a very high branch on a very tall tree)
we’re thinking it would be a very nice idea if someone would get us AC Newman for our birthday
if we do not finish packing up all the stuff in the kitchen tonight to world will probably end
we only have five more nights of sleeping in our own in bed in our own apartment that we don’t have to share with anyone
now that we think about it we’ve only shared that bed with three men since we bought it three or four years ago, clearly we are really quite picky about the men who get to sleep in our bed (not to be confused with our general unpickiness about the men in whose beds we will sleep)
we are currently wondering if we are the only ones on earth who, when a bob marley song comes up on Roland II, immediately has to say to themselves (and occassionally out loud) ‘bob marley poet and a prophet, bob marley taught me how to off it’
we have to write about how we’re breaking up with our imaginary lover and it’s not going so well
we have an itchy right breast situation
we are thinking we should stay where we are with our eyes like sparks and your heart like gasoline
we haven’t had a really good belly laugh in many days, perhaps our sense of humor is broken
we could really go for a good belly laugh
and a pizza
and some cookies
we have been working for five hours here at work and have only produced three paragraphs of copy (because copywriter produce copy), this is a sad state of affairs
we have, however, sent about 92 e-mails to minnekeith
we only have one more day of work until we have an entire nine days off in a row, this makes us giddy

that is all. thank you and good night. (this where i would turn from the podium, toss up some heavy metal fingers, and then disappear behind the red curtain, while you thunderously applaud and call for an encore)