it’s five o clock. where are your husbands?

Maybel and i were dancing along with Ellen to the Pussycat Dolls’ “Dontcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?” and it made me glad for a moment that men still run the world. I don’t think situations like this would slip past the guards, otherwise.

Now we’re watching duarte geraldino speak about watersheds. Downer!

Lin is living with us. It’s fun to have a roommate. now people believe me when i say things like “she licks your legs as soon as you get out of the shower.” This living situation does not excuse Mr. Rice from updating his blog, however. Speaking of, check out another promising young blogophile-journalist to the right. we’ll put him in the middle and let him work himself up. welcome to earf, ishmael!

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