merry christmas, merry christmas, but I think I'll miss this one this year.
-the waitresses

12-09-00
8:23pm eastern

saturday night. sitting around. doing nothing. listening to the best christmas song EVER. you know the one.

I feel very linky today:

"Stet is the shortened for of stetare, which is Latin for "Let it stand," or so I'm told. It's a proofreader's mark that means, "My bad. Ignore my ill-informed editing here." Of all journalism-speak, that's my favorite jargon behind [sic], which is placed in quoted material and means, "No, this is not our friggin' typo, the person who said or wrote this is the idiot." The day after the inauguration in January, expect to see a whole lotta [sic]'s in every major newspaper. Ditto for the day after the State of the Union."

this is a quote from a diaryland entry (I know, I've been very diarylandy lately, I don't know why) by a boy named trevor. why is everyone so young these days? anyway, I laughed as I read. he's funny plus he's very grammary and I love that. seriously. you'd think that I wasn't very into grammar, based upon my own usage, but I am. I'm way into grammar. correct grammar, that is.

toaster hates toast. sometimes I wonder how people can think up such funny and clever and cute and funny things. I want a toaster hates toast t-shirt and maybe I just might get one. but probably not.

we all know my fabulous sexy boyfriend nick (please don't tell him I am calling him my boyfriend, boys are so weird about stalker chicks).

my hoster and my plan. (don't ask me why I have such a fancy plan. I SAID DON'T ASK ME!)

the best cuticle cream in the world.

ummm...that's all, I need to take a shower now.

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