While washing my face this morning, with Noxema's slogan, "your face belongs to Noxema" running through my head, I came up with what should be Noxema's new slogan:
All your face are belong to Noxema.
I am so funny.
(thanks to Josh for the correction)
from "You Shall Know Our Velocity":
The silent though decisive discussions were a hobby of my mind, debating people I knew or passed on the road while driving:
—You, driving the Lexus.
—Me?
—Yes, you. You paid too much.
—What?
—You paid too much and your soul is soiled.
—You are right. I have failed but will repent.
Every time I see an SUV a similar conversation takes place, but with more swearing.
A deal is a deal. Having sent Kassie a copy of The Grey Album, I received a plastic container (very cleverly wrapped, I might add) full of leftover wop. She was even nice enough to include a lighter which might have been mine in a previous life. Now what to do with it?
I'm considering saving it for the April 24 party at my house before the March for Choice. If I dumped it into a much larger wop, (sans lighter) nobody would notice. And anybody who died would probably not do so until after they left my house.
On a completely unrelated note, last night Anne (not my sister) and I went to Sushi Taro. Though there wasn’t any bluefin toro, I did have some uni. The egg (or roe) of sea urchins left me lacking words. And I’ve just stumbled across a website that ships the stuff. 80g for $14. ($78/lb.) Perhaps ordering it for $9.00 at a restaurant is easier (for now).
My blog turns one today. The day after the war turns one.
For those counting:
American deaths from war in Iraq: 576 (437 since end of major combat operations)
American deaths from my blog: 0
Cost of war in Iraq (to American taxpayers: $107 B (as of 3.20.04)
Cost of my blog (to American taxpayers): $0
Clearly my blog is better.
After about a week of columnists and politicians excoriating the Spaniards for exercising their democratic rights in the aftermath of a national tragedy, Maureen Dowd gets it right.
Oh, and Kassie, it snowed here today. Definitely suck.
I was really excited to do my taxes because I thought I'd be receiving the Earned Income Tax Credit. The EITC is a refundable credit, which supplements the income of low income families and individuals. Unfortunately, as I discovered, you have to be 25 to claim the EITC if you don't have kids. As I am not, my refund is a lousy $30. Dammit.
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