10-Feb-2006

I am starting to crash.  And not just my car, which had a little run-in with the 20th Century Fox parking garage last night.  Needless to say, it wasn't pretty.  Jack Bauer was immediately called in, then Nina Myers showed up and held a gun to Jack's head.  "Tell her where to get that scratch buffed out and your daughter Kim gets a swift kick in the pants."  I ended up just calling my Volvo dealership this morning, and they recommended a place which I'm taking my car to tomorrow.  They offered to just give me the paint and have me do it myself, but that idea sounded about as good as Yoko Ono on helium, so I politely declined.  As a result, however, I lost a decent amount of sleep and would like nothing more than to shoot espresso beans into my veins.  Therefore, I leave you with this, another example of Only Child Syndrome.  This symptom is called "I'm always right."  Because I am. 

Last Night's IM with the Honeybee, during which I was eating a dinner of applesauce and... applesauce at my desk.  Apparently, this dinner sounded heavenly to said Honeybee:

  HB : oh, man

HB : i want that

Me : no! back off, bitch.

HB : i'll cut you!

Me : it's "i will cut you."

HB : i'm quoting my own self!

Me : but you're doing it wrong.