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Hi,

Song of the week. Very dancable (that isn't a word I don't think) You should listen to it while you read.


Where the F is the rain? It barely rained Tuesday. Not good enough. The last good rain we had was May 25th. Everything is dried up and everything is dying. Not good.

A special friend of mine told me of the story of this Indian girl named She-Who-Is-Alone who prayed and danced for rain. She even threw her most valuable possession into a fire as a sacrifice to the rain Gods. The next morning she woke up and it had rained like buckets of the stuff. Very moving story and I really wish She-Who-Is-Alone would do her sexy dance again so we can have rain. She needs to shake her sexy ass so a giant thunderhead cloud will rise above my house. I would if I could, but thats not my name. thats not my name.....(ting tings song reference).

Ok random shinfo from work... a married 35 year old put stickers on my toes yesterday and she has been kind of hitting on me. I feel like she is going to sexually harass me at work for a while. The attention will be nice, but we can't go there. Then another girl at work, who takes out the trash (nice job) told me that she had 2 dreams about me back to back and we were having sex. So yeah, I'm the shit here at work in the lady's department. Do I like anyone of them? No! I try not to mix business with pleasure. I gotta be professional at work. So I act like I'm 12. Feels good to act like a kid some times.

Twitted.... Still on twitter. Still going strong. I hate having these followers who want you to visit their porn site. So annoying. They get blocked immediately. My love, Juliana Hatfield, is on there, and I am starting to realize that this woman has issues. Serious ones. She goes crazy on twitter and what she says makes me think that me and her might not get along in real life. I keep trying to get her to respond to one of my Twets, but she only answered one of my questions and she didn't reply back to me. Grrrr.. What a drag.

I have tomorrow off. Wahooooo! I have a few errands to run. Other than that, it will be chill time. My brother is gone for the weekend. Kinda nice I guess.

Why do I have such a bad feeling about the 4th of July? Like something really bad is going to happen or it's just going to suck a big one. Something in my gut tells me that there will be fireworks, but maybe just not like the ones in the sky. Stay tuned.

I can't believe Michael Jackson died from food poisoning! I can't believe he ate 12 year old wieners. GROSS! MJ, I will miss your old stuff.

oh Hi Lauren Conrad.