I am uber-giddy tonight because I finally, finally, finally got my voice back. Yay! I'm such a sad girl without it. I went to karaoke last weekend and couldn't even sing my bread and butter song. That's a sadder than sad day in Mudville, y'all. I had to resort to just shouting out Fight for Your Right to Party with my brother. But Friday my little friend came home! Welcome back, voicykins. I just spent the last half hour in my basement with the tunes cranking, dancing around like a wild banshee and belting out the songs at the top of my lungs. Phew. However, since this is my life, I suppose all good things must come with a price. In exchange for my singing voice back, I now have back this unwelcome cough that I had a few years ago. It sounds like I have TB, and I am NOT kidding. (I’ve been to 5 different doctors for the problem. It’s allergies. Seriously.) I kinda sound like an Edsel idling, though. People reel back in horror and shield their young when I start hacking up a lung. They scramble for protective face masks. Finger crucifixes are made. “Hey, how are you?” HAAAARRRRROOOOOMMMPPPPHHHH! Ack, ack, ack, ack. It’s totally The Sexy. If I take Zyrtec the cough will go away, but so will my singing voice. That’s one of the main things that brings me any kind of happiness in this world, so I’ll take the whooping cough and keep the voice, thanks. I should just make up a t-shirt to wear in the meantime that says ‘Stop looking at me like that. I don’t have TB!!!’ But you know what I do have? My voice! Woo!!!!!!!!!

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In other news, I really just need to go ahead and get the tattoo on my forehead that reads “I’m an ass.” As if all that I mentioned about the ma-an in my last entry wasn't enough, I saw TB at church this morning and he is just totally enjoying my assness. Lucy and I passed Abercrombie yesterday and saw a guy working in there who was the exact manifestation of what a guy I would build for Lucy would look like. This gave me something to talk to TB about, which pleased me. So I went up to him today and he was all aloof and cool as usual, with the hands in the pockets and the “hey” going on. He just smirks at me now with that whole ‘I know you want to ravage me’ look. Smirkity smirk. Anyway, I asked him about the guy, and he knew who I was talking about, but didn’t know his name. How many people can work in that store? I’ve never figured TB to be the brightest bulb on the planet, but he’s proving himself to be dimmer and dimmer. It’s a damn good thing he can get by on being so pretty. I must also note that I've figured out a way to talk to him without getting flustered. I looked at his neck most of the time. Looking into his face for too long is like looking into the sun, so I look at his clothes. Reeeeeaaaal smooth. Anywho, after he gave me some more info on Lucy’s dream man, I thanked him and started to turn to walk away. However, he stopped me dead in my tracks when he just cocked his head and smiled and said, “So how’s that shirt working out for you?” Ahggahhaagaaahagaaa…[thud] All I remember asking is, “What?” Then I got to hear it again. Hee! That totally sounds like something I would say, but it wouldn’t work for me. I giggled and gave some stupid response, unconsciously playing with my hair the whole time. Gah. No wonder his mother gave me a “Stay away from my young impressionable son, Jezebel!” look as I walked by her after talking to him. After he said that to me, I didn’t know what to do, so I just kicked into MAYDAY!!! mode and all I heard in my head was, “Flee!” So I did. Ass. Also? He’s friggin’ HOT.

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I’ve been asked to house/cat-watch for a friend this week. I’m not house-sitting, just going over to feed the new kitten once a day. I don’t think my friend realizes my lack of experience and care for live animals. Not really my bag. But he did say I could use the house as much as I wanted, making special note to mention the Jacuzzi tub. Sold! Now who wants to come house-sit with me?

Celebrity Boyfriend of the Day: Billie Joe Armstrong
I've had the hots for the lead singer of Green Day since the Basket Case video. I just can't decide whether I like him better with the blonde or the black hair...

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before & after





2006-09-30 - Site Move & Favorite Entries
2006-09-25 - Evil Easter Bunnies & Rock Climbing!
2006-09-22 - Shameful-Purchase Hiding & A New Dentist Plan
2006-09-19 - Birthday Picture/Video Diary & The Wheelmobile
2006-09-14 - An Entry About Hall & Oates? Really?





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