You know, I don't say this often enough but... I love you guys. Even when I'm not drunk off my ass.

Which is most of the time.

Okay, all of time.

But the point is... there couldn't be rain if there weren't clouds. You know?

And I mean that. Truly. Deeply. Insanely.

It's very weekend and I have slept. Are you trying to seduce me? I do not sleep around.

My mother is watching Kindergarten Cop in the background. Yup, the president of the united states of America. All hail Arnie. Like Clinton, only with bigger biceps. I still think Julia Roberts will be the first female president. It's like Star Trek. First we have the all american captain/president. Then the immigrant. Then the coloured male. Then the female. Do we have an alien yet? Star Trek is a lot like real life. It's like a metaphor for religion versus capitalism. With spacetravel.

When the Star Wars movies are all done then they should make a TV series. The continuing adventures of Han Solo. If Harrison Ford can still play Indiana Jones then he can still play Han Solo too. And Chewie never looked better. I think it could work.

Who would want to put a cat in a hat? What's up with that?

What happens if you kiss someone when you've got the hiccups? Skye and I discussed this in great length the other day. I don't think we came to a conclusion. It's a complex issue. I wonder where I can buy mistletoe?

My toe is all better by the way.

*hiccup*

np: nothing