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three-for-four. brady brings the pats to their third super bowl in four years, and it still feels like people are surprised when it happens. of course vegas is installing us as the favorites (as of 11pm sunday the eagles are getting 6 from us in the superbowl), yet public opinion isn't sure of what to say. well, i'll say this: keep the team under the pop culture and popular opinion radars. it's worked so far.

20 - 3

so, anyone want to buy an "AFC champion indianapolis colts" shirt?

Revelations

we'll keep with the bible theme for a little while, seeing as that's made some people... edgy.

let's take stock here! so far it's been a week without chew (i'm sure everyone is THRILLED. no. really, i'm sure you're just peeing your pants about that one), and some people have come out of the woodwork i didn't expect.

people with pronounced and overdeveloped vocabularies who hide their own issues about their alternative lifestyle behind hateful and harmful slings and arrows they shoot at "friends."

either that or they get married as a front.

i'm liking this! even though it's a constant ganging up on me (nothing too unusual there - WAIT, that didn't sound right - nevermind), it seems to me that i'm acting like a surrogate therapist, holding your baggage for you while you make yourselves feel better through abuse. come on! drink the kool aid!

look at what i've done, i've made all of you people use the internet for something other than looking for weiners.

now if you'll excuse me, i'm off to check out whether or not lindsay lohan's had a boob job or not.

Great American Dip-Out: Day #2

so i've quit chewing tobacco. by my count it's been almost 36 hours since my last dip, and things are good. morale is high, resistance is strong. the question is, how long will altoids, gum and cough drops hold off the inevitable cravings for nicotine? i mean, cold turkey is a painful exercise, and a lonely one at that.

i'm walking around like bruce banner on the verge of snapping - "you wouldn't like me when i'm angry." half the time i'm daring people to piss me off so i can feel justified in flying off the handle. it's definitely an interesting study of self-restraint mixed with hubris.

i can't see how helpful it is to write this though, as i'm happiest right now when my mind's off this subject, and here i am dwelling on it. so i'm stopping...

right...

now.

define: clarivoyance

4" - 6" tonight. creepy, huh?

...and another thing, Mother Nature's pissed!

i don't know what we did, but we've done something that REALLY put some sand in mother nature's underpants. asian tsunamis, flooding in the midwest, snow in soCal, and here in new england...total dogshit. something in between april's promise of spring and a dirty diaper. really not nice, especially here in a ski town. feels like the air's sucking out the heart of us, just to turn it into ice to dump on our streets. hope this doesn't last too long...

Prima Blogga

greetings. welcome to my mind, at least when i have the mind to mine it for thoughts... don't hold your breath. but this is my soapbox! my chance to put up my feelings, likes, loves, hates and other varoius and sundry things that pop into my head, whenever they do so. so stay tuned! updates will be fitful and unpredictable, but they will NOT be boring.

pray for snow,
2socks