everyone loves you, why should they not?

hello, and welcome to The Five People You Meet in Heaven, All of Whom You Cursed Silently While at the Video Store. that'll be fun.

it really did happen. there's a funny story in here somewhere involving going to blockbuster, playing far too much money for two dvds, none of which will turn out to be very good, and being asked several, several, unbelievably several times by the same employee: "ma'am? are you still doing okay?"

yes. i am still doing okay. and stop calling me ma'am, strawberry shortcake. just because i'm holding a copy of Love and Death does not make me fifty, it makes me a dork. clear? thanks. see you in three minutes.

i don't even want to finish that story.

lessee. oh yeh, and i'm making a delicious meal tonight. if you'd like to come over, you can. i'm trying out a new original special involving yellow peppers. bring your own heartburn medication.

dear katie: you are not ridiculous. see my email for further details. do you still want to write that bar review study guide? i say two weeks, tops. love cat.

while i research i get to listen to music with the help of my ipod, who i have named "robot." robot is fun to hang out with. we listened to "her majesty, the decemberists" and "good news for people who love bad news." here's what we have to say about them: the decemberists are a good band. that album takes some getting used to. the album? the jury, it is hung. modest mouse continues to become more and more like the new kid at school everyone has a crush on, but walks me home from school via american beauty: i sure hope he doesn't shoot my dad, but i'll run away with him in the end anyhow. good effort. i may even like this better than "the moon and antarctica."

antarctica is impossible to spell. but not moon. that one was easy.