cherry coke and mole hair

hi.

i know, i know- i've been a little too quiet for the past couple of days, but i figured rather than stare blankly at my screen and write some sort of blogbabble before falling asleep, drooling on the keyboard, and somehow electrocuting myself, it would be better for everyone involved if i just went to bed like a good girl.

but now i'm refreshed and rested and ready to write. (actually, i'm at work and need something to keep me awake, as my body is still not convinced that i need to be awake before 8 a.m.)

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today's post is being brought to you by the kind folks who thought to put lots of caffiene into cherry coke. bless them all. (which reminds me, have you checked in with blog jesus today? me neither, but i will as soon as i finish pounding out this entry.)

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since kal, larry, and my mossy friend wiped out my last list of musical aliases, i suppose it's time to create a new list:

steveland judkins ::

irene escalera ::

kenneth edmonds ::

mark feld ::

paul caravello ::

neneh karlsson ::

lesley wunderman ::

sheena orr ::

johann holzel ::

stasia micula::

it's hard to believe that last one is in her 50's- i just can't see her singing her big hit with a straight face at her advanced age, though i'm sure she will on kal's favorite show, which i was going to link to, but found this instead. (which reminds me, "don't treat me bad" was a pretty good song.)

while coming up with this list, i learned something interesting- "michael bolton" is not the singer's real name. (it's close, but not quite.) so, michael bolton in office space was correct- he should keep the name, and the "no talent ass clown" should find a new moniker.

also, did you know there was a real chef boyardee?

in other trivia, cary elwes' real first name is ivan. (it only makes him slightly less attractive to me, though the fact that he's married probably lessens the chances of him ever offering to do as i wish.)

Which Princess Bride Character are You?
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all that work has made me hungry. perhaps it's time to nuke the leftover pizza from last night.

note to self: next time, reheat pizza for 30 seconds, not 45. i lost way too much cheese to part of the paper towel. dammit. oh well- that's why i brought in more than one slice.

i am so glad i don't have food/body issues. sure, i could stand to lose a couple of pounds and my derriere certainly isn't as taut and toned as anna kournikova's, but i'm okay with not having the sort of figure that would attract enrique iglesias (and his large mole, which i'm sure has about a 4-inch long hair sprouting out of it. creepy.)

where was i, and how did i wind up talking about mole hair?

oh, right- body issues.

while the phone isn't ringing off the hook with calls from sports illustrated begging yours truly to pose seductively on exotic beaches in an itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini, i don't feel the need to take up atkins, south beach, or old fashioned bulemia. (besides, my intense dislike of puking was one of the many factors in ending my slight drinking habit in college.) i basically eat what i want (though even i admit i probably shouldn't have tacos for every meal), work out when i have time (not very often lately), and though my stomach's not always flat, i don't obsess about it. (besides, it's probably just a little bloated from the ill-advised baked beans/broccoli, cauliflower, and cheese sauce combination i ate for lunch the past couple of days.)

now, if you'll excuse me, i have another slice of pizza and half a bottle of cherry coke to consume before my shift later on this morning.