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tina, bring me the axe
Friday, Nov. 04, 2005

Now Playing - nothing.
Now Eating - Chicken McNuggets.
Now Feeling - pooped, already.
Now Tweeting - Melanie


Federline Rap Posted on Internet

Federline represents himself as a brash, newsworthy figure ahead of his time. �People always asking me when�s the release date / Well, baby you can wait and see, until then all these Pavarottis followin� me,� he raps, nicknaming paparazzi after the Italian opera singer

Gee, and here I thought he meant �Pavarottis� as in people who can actually sing.


This morning�s anxiety-inducing dream came twofold; the first part taking place on an expansive multi-leveled piazza. There was some sort of an attack planned, and I was trying to find shelter, and also trying to stockpile supplies. Beauty supplies, which were being handed out by a young, female revolutionary. (I suppose if you�re going to be spending a certain amount of time in a fallout shelter, it might be nice to look pretty for your fellow comrades in arms. Welcome to my subconscious, kids.) I�d collected quite the stash when, in an REM stage salute to Fahrenheit 451, The Big One came falling from above. I started awake before it hit. Back to sleep, only to find myself at some sort of alumni gathering at which I was supposed to be performing. Except I wasn�t sure where I was supposed to go, and not sure what I was wearing and if my hair/makeup needed fixing (could have used my beauty booty from Part One!) and hadn�t rehearsed with my accompanist, who was a fellow alum not known for his mad piano skillz. Cue chicken, sans head.

Dreams aside, I�ve finally gotten quality sleep the past two nights. And I can BREATHE, mostly unobstructed!



�Tis Friday. I proctored the MPRE this afternoon. After work, I stopped off at Waldbaum�s to pick up some fixins for the Mormon crabmeat dip, which I�m bringing to a Halloween party this evening. I�m going as...Joan Crawford! Holy Handy Halloween Costumes, Batman! Bringing along some wire hangers, natch, but no-one had an axe (other than the usual ones they grind!) to lend me. Ah, well.

Off to make some dip and get my drag on.


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