"Your computer hates you."
"MR. PICKLES?!?!?!"

This goes through my head every time my computer takes a crap. Which is fairly often. And I don't have much time, the aunts (one real, one actually just a friend of my mom's that she always said was our aunt) are coming up for lunch soon. So here's what I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted by my computer being an ass...

Kat: While cleaning out cupboards for one of many, many post-divorce garage sales my mom had my sister and I found mom's old collection of ettiquette books. (don't ask) Some of them were really funny and outdated and we had a (mostly goodnatured) fight over who got what. I'd like to say I was the winner, having walked away with a copy of "Boy Dates Girl", written by (no joke) Gay Head.

If you're a girl, go read Maria's last post. Girl power and some shit. (If you're a guy, you can go, but you probably don't want to.) The funniest and wrongest joke I ever heard made about periods was from the South Park movie: "I don't trust something that bleeds for five days and doesn't die."

To the rest of you: who invented toast? I'd like to find the person that came up with the idea of toast and shake his/her hand, perhaps even add them to my list. I bought a toaster yesterday, and just made the 2 best pieces of toast IN THE KNOWN UNIVERSE. I'm very easily amused.

And the oscar for most disjointed all over the place blog goes to me! Hooray! Last night was rad, happy birthday to everyone except me, who won't be 26 til July.

And now, if you'll excuse me and my no-sleep-induced-shitty-writing, I need a shower really, really bad.