* Who wants to see drug commercials?
* Wanna see the explosive generation? Do they know how much I think of diarrhea when I read that? Wanna see where I grew up? Do they know how much I think of diarrhea when I read this? Pfff! (Do you know how many times I mistyped "diarrhea" and typed "diarrhead") This explains it, you see. And if you were wondering, all children can learn. Idiots.
I am required by law to state that in yesterday's entry, when the Big I was discussing the John Mayer - well, I was looking at a rabbit magazine. Yes, yes, I, the fantastically brilliant and witty Connie Cobb, was looking at what can best be described (Big I's words, y'all) as the cute porn. You look at rabbits, you get very happy because they are cute, and all you do is drool over the pictures. Not unlike Playboy or something, I suppose. But I refuse to believe that I was affected in the same manner as porn! I refuse!
Today I talked to a Miss Eliza from Chicago, and I had all sorts of grandiose fantasies of a big city life with rainy windows and squirrels and a lot of concrete. It sounded great - unfortunately, I am stuck in the land of the hippie, with too much grass and dirt. Although today is splendid splendid in Burque - it's rainy and chilly here, finally, and my doctor's appointment was.... CANCELLED! I love nothing more than cancellations. They are a rare thing of beauty, they are. And when the receptionist says, "We're sorry for the inconvenience!" I think, "I am so glad for this convenient cancellation!" Beauty!
Today on the View, they were hyping the Shuttle crash to the maxx! Hrmph. I hate the View. I'm glad that Lisa Ling had enough cojones to leave that damn show - hey, speaking of which, Channel One is still around. In case you were waiting on the edge of your seat, watching... wondering... waiting...
For tomorrow: Is it bad to take things into the bathroom with you? The public bathroom? Is "Shitbreak" the funniest pop-culture nickname yet? And for the true connosieur, how long will one have to wait for their red Sundays album to come in - I say we baby-pool this mother, and make sure I get the 12th of February - $50. Oh, and if you were curious, the soap in your UNM Bookstore is stinky-winky like cherry chapstick. Mmm. And that's too much bathroom talk for one entry.