Kittens and dirty, dirty secrets 2003-04-19 - 3:11 p.m.
Hmmm. Here are a few recent google searches. Folding PANTS (I added the capitals of course), stupid degree (is there any other kind?), and sheer boobs. That last one disturbs me quite a little bit.
Werk wasn't terribly interesting. When I walked in Manager Girl said I shouldn't come to werk with wet hair, because I might "catch cold". Yeah. She just now notices this phenomenon? I haven't dried my hair on a regular basis since tenth grade or earlier. This long curly mess? And a hairdryer? Don't mix. Yeah. This could present a problem.
Yay. The citizens of Mangofarmeria are listed as the nicest in the region of Govie Island. This amuses me. Go here and then click on Govie Island. I wish I knew how to fix an imploded economy. That doesn't sound so pleasant.
"Bring it On" is on TV right now. Why is this movie so addicting? Hmmm. Speaking of cheerleading, I think it is time to share my dirty secret for the year. A friend in high school once convinced me and a couple other of our friends to go with her to a cheerleading information meeting. Yes. Me, with the intention of being a cheerleader. Granted this lasted all of a week, but still. Ick. And do you know what's even ickier? The meeting was for the basketball cheerleading squad.
*hangs head in shame*
Yeah. That idea would never have worked, obviously.
Hmmm. My sister just called. Apparently my mom just brought home a stray kitten, and my sister is cat-sitting for it. Why doesn't my dad ever do such a thing? Granted my prima donna spoiled cat would be less than amused, but still. It's the principle of the thing.