and speaking of trendy, as lame as it is I thoroughly enjoy liquidgeneration. in fact, I shall now indulge in posting my results from one of their quizzes:

I didn't see the whole thing and so won't do a review, but I saw most of best laid plans the other night and actually sort of/maybe/probably liked it. I have to give her credit; throughout her career reese witherspoon has made some really commendable (and varied) role choices.

but mostly I think I just like alessandro nivola, who has become my new celeb crush. it's a good one I think--not common enough to be generic but conventionally handsome enough to wear with pride. in fact, he's finally pushed me into renting laurel canyon (I've meant to anyway). however, I will NOT rent jurassic park 3 regardless.

(note: I just highlighted and deleted a lengthy rant on the label "college rock" and mtv execs that I had typed here. my arguments weren't developed enough. but don't say "college rock;" it's even worse than the aforementioned p-word.)

I'd like to stay up and hit the trough for breakfast, but I'd also like to go to winston to shop tomorrow. which entails waking up before sunset. so off I go to curl up in bed with a cup of hot rooibos (at the risk of seeming trendy if not...gulp...outright metrosexual, have y'all tried the stuff? it's goooood).

HOLY SHIT! apparently TWO sheetz stores are being built on wendover avenue (he says stuffed full of the buffalo chicken and fryz that he just drove to virginia to get, cursing nicole for making him an addict)! that's the best news ever. EVERRRRR!

that's all for now. I'm too overcome to write any more.

oh, and one more thing.

anyone conversing with me is forbidden to use the word "pundit."

I'm tired of it.

I'll just walk away, really. try me.

question.

which version of this line from "puttin on the ritz" do you prefer?
A) come let's mix where rockefellers waltz with sticks or umbrellers in their mitts
B) come let's mix where rockefellas waltz with sticks or umbrellas in their mitts

I think that B was irving berlin's original lyric, but I have a strong preference for version A, as sung by gene wilder in young frankenstein. true, taco did sing version B, but I have to stand my ground on this one.

remember back in the day when eeeeeveryone used freeman skin/hair care products? what happened? you can still get them, but they're hard to find. I remember at one point in the mid-90s I regularly used the apricot facial scrub, the raspberry body scrub, the cucumber face mask, AND the sunflower hair infusion. I'm totally going to instigate a freeman revival. the gay teenage boys of today need to recognize.

currently working on: stop smoking, take 15.8 or so. once again, I've stocked up on gum. I think my mistake before was relying on extra. a situation of this magnitude calls for bubblicious.

I've compiled a list of the funniest things my friends have ever said (at least, the ones I can think of right now). taken out of context makes some even funnier. at the risk of pissing people off, they are ranked--with #1 being my favorite.

20. where is chair? I come from russia to see chair!
19. don’t test me; I’m unmedicated.
18. what goes on in there? HEY!
17. heh…paleface.
16. I knew a girl named rutago. she was a spice.
15. hey naked lady!
14. God bless the prostitutes.
13. when they put their heads under the water. that’s when you get ‘em.
12. I’ve been dead for three years!
11. I can handle this high performance vehicle.
10. isn’t there something about roseanne roseanna danna that’s “comin for to carry you home?”
9. caffeine suppositories? I’ll bet those really get your ass goin.
8. bread man won’t be here ‘til tuesday.
7. please. you’re paying more money for less doors. what’s the point in that?
6. josh one, autoharps zero.
5. they stand on their own.
4. that tree’s diseased.
3. well, the native americans are an ancient people.
2. he’s gone mental on account of the witch skin!
1. I don’t have any Indian food, but I can give you a toasted waffle and a picture of jude law.

hanging with heather (both heathers, actually) was a blast. saw the station agent again; was even better the second time. cute waiter at harper's, as well.

since it was sunday, tonight was girly spa night. I'm thoroughly scrubbed, exfoliated, moisturized. and ready for bed.

new at petrified fountain: gerry. seeing it has put me in an introspective mood. it's also solidified my slightly shameful crush on casey affleck.

physical attraction, for me, is kind of like this. some guys must be seen in public with; maybe they're stunning model types, or maybe they're just hip beyond belief. some guys should be screwed around with on the d.l.--maybe not so perfect, but they get you fired up for some weird reason. then there are guys whose face needs to be on the pillow next to yours when you wake up. senor affleck, I've got your pillow all fluffed and waiting.

I'm actually meeting heather for coffee and giggles tomorrow. how freakin long has it been since I've really done anything, as in going out? a while.

I got a random craving for prunes last night. that's never happened. kinda weird. have you noticed that "prunes" are now "dried plums" in the supermarket? well, did you know that america's prune farmers invested $10 million in an image campaign to make that happen? it's like, okay. they're still prunes. I've always liked them anyway.

I'm not a big football fan or anything, but did y'all see the carolina game today? I mean, fuck me gently with a chainsaw! but it sho did come out all right.

greensboro is pretty in snow, methinks. it's a shame it's going to warm up monday and melt it all. wait, no it's not. it's fuckin cold!