it's about fuckin time. thanks magical nimba for your dedication and hard work to our blog. i do love that we all can communicate.

now i have 40 fuckin blog polls to answer....let's see...

it may surprise you all, but i'd do john cusack. i would imagine englishmen are selfish lovers.

the US did NOT land on the moon when they say they did. give me a break, people. and who cares? i say, now that we have satellite technology all figured out, let's kill NASA. let's put NASA's budget toward education. imagine that.

i will continue to not watch ar or bb.

maddy needs to publish a more specific birthday gift list. that was a major topic of discussion when i arrived here in ct last night. tyler won't call her. i have to.

i think people should not discuss sexuality in the workplace, unless they are having sex in the closet with each other.

the hot guy worship group had even too much hugh for me. and that's a lotta hugh.

any combo of chocolate/pb cake and frosting is heavenly. i feel the opposite of roses: they were meant to be together in harmonious union.

we had pizza slut for dinner.

stitch, the movie.

am i caught up now?