a star upon your shoulder lighting up the path that you walk

Oh, I didn't write for so long. I wish it were because I'm so hung up on Henrik, little girl (well, giant incredibly gorgeous too young man, really). Sure, it is because of that a little bit. But mostly it is because work makes me need to stab myself in the neck. I mean, I haven't stabbed myself in the neck. I just have to. Kind of like I have to ever go food shopping or clean this house or sleep for more than 4 hours a night. Eventually I'll get to those things and I'll get to the stabbing myself in the neck bit. And until I do, it haunts me. Anyway, we are one body down at work and it caught up. Caught me right in the chin. Today I left on time and for that I am grateful.

Yesterday I left nearly two hours late, but that was OK because I was going to the Ranger game anyway. To see my beautiful love return to MSG after winning a gold medal because he is incredibly amazing. And beautiful. I'd show you how beautiful, the way I showed everyone on the L train last night on the way home as I waved my Rangers yearbook around and practically died. You see, there's this picture. It is amazing. But I am stingy and I paid $10 for this book. So why should you get the milk for free? I haven't looked at it yet today. I think I'll do that now. ...

OK, I'm back. Wow.

So yeah. Here's the rundown in handy list form:

• Work is a butt.
• Henrik Lundqvist is a gift from on high.
• I have yet another genius plan to become a dance-music superstar.
• That Night of 1,000 Sweatpants joke at the Oscars was fabulous.
• I'm tired.
• I found a red-painted brick Cape Cod for $37,000 that I really want.
• I need $37,000.
• Mandisa is my girl.
• Santino is my MySpace pal.

I think that's it.

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