October 9, 2000

The WB has answered my prayers. Namely: more shirtless Max. And all sweaty and sprinting, no less. Mama likes. I've decided that from now on, all of my obsessive celebrity crushes are going to be on younger men. Screw you, Conan. Screw you, David Duchovny. I'm all about gloomy young men of the WB.

I found a picture of myself from Rebekah's birthday party a couple of years ago, the night she & Angele got in a stupid fight over a certain boy who wasn't interested in either of them and while Rebekah was out walking with the boy (see how I'm not saying his name? heehee), the rest of us put on some records and danced and later we all took off our shirts and Suzanne taught us how to cha-cha in our bras. Doing the cha-cha in a bra is exactly like doing the cha-cha in a shirt, only you look cuter and girlier. Anyway, this picture of me, which was taken a couple of hours before the big tense scene and topless cha-cha lessons, was very cute. It inspired me to grow out my bangs again. I'm sure I'll cut them off as soon as they're grown out, but still.

This weekend, I've accomplished exactly nothing.

Three days ago, it was 95° and now I'm freezing my ass off. It's been gray and cold and rainy, November-y. So to get into the spirit, I spent yesterday afternoon "holiday shopping," also known simply as shopping, but with the idea that I'm also hoping to find presents for other people. Mostly I just bought myself stuff, but I did find a little something for Suzanne and a birthday present for Rachel.

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