I find that a rather titillating notion.

His entry, as per his usual, is rather amusing.

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Happy Birthday To: Joan Jett, born this day in 1958

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So John is acting like nothing has happened between us and I�m wondering if he realizes we broke up. I mean...no, we never actually talked about it, per se, but I did say I was �moving on.� Isn�t that the same thing? And so what if I said it in the heat of an argument?

Actually, I guess we haven�t officially �broken up�...I guess...I think my plan was to leave things in his hands and see how he acts. If he�s smart (shut-up) he�ll know that we�re on our last legs. So he can either let the thing go or do something to keep it together.

My thinking is, he�ll just let it go and without me to work at keeping it together, it will just...go.

I know � that sounds way too easy.

But wouldn�t it be great if it ended like that? No harm, no foul, no pain, no blood, no gore.

And then � maybe we can actually remain friends afterward and I can still use him to work on my car.

And maybe pink unicorns will fly out my ass and take 15 pounds of body fat with them.

A girl can dream.

So the kind folks over at the LA Times apparently figured out they�ve been giving me a free paper every day for the past three months and they stopped doing so. I�m glad, because the guilt of not reading that paper every day was driving me to distraction. I started taking the paper out of it�s little plastic bag and unfolding it before I put it in the recycle bin, just so people wouldn�t know I was recycling it without having read it first.

But having no Sunday paper AND not speaking to my boyfriend all day made for a very boring Sunday.

It�s not that I was intentionally not speaking to him. I just had nothing to say. I had pretty much yelled everything I had to say to him in to the phone at 12:15am Sunday morning�seven hours after he had told me he was leaving Brandon�s house �any minute now,� at least four hours after the last message I had left on his cell phone voice mail, and about half an hour after I first started wondering if he was dead in a ditch somewhere and if so how much damage had been done to my car (which he was driving) while getting him there.

So hey, I keep meaning to ask ya�ll � have you seen this series on Showtime called Aaugh! It�s The Mr. Hell Show!?

Well, apparently the show did not originate at Showtime, but they air it now. And it�s enormously funny and trippy and I love it.

That Penn and Teller Bullshit show is pretty wonderful, too, although I�ve missed about half of the episodes. Those cats are fairly brilliant, if you ask me.

Tonight is the season premiere of the Best Show Ever. You�d think I�d be camping out in front of my t.v, wouldn�t you? Instead, I may miss it. I am going to Seal Beach, in part to map out the route for the back-to-back 20 mile walks I am leading Saturday and Sunday and in part to have dinner with D.

It would appear that yes � food always wins. Even when up against catty models.

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Word of the Day for Wednesday September 22, 2004

confabulation kon-FAB-yuh-lay-shuhn, noun:

1. Familiar talk; easy, unrestrained, unceremonious conversation.

2. (Psychology) A plausible but imagined memory that fills in gaps in what is remembered.

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