hey there, self! i know i’ve been remiss in noting you of late, but it’s only because i don’t love you anymore. what? oh, just kidding! LOL. SarahK, you are sooooo weird. tell me something i don’t know. um, you don’t know where you’re moving to; i could tell you, but then i’d have to kill you. and since i now know you’re a psycho (see picture at left), i believe you. my head is spinning now; you’re soooo confusing me. ok, i’ll stop. thank you. what a freak we are. anyway, i have some pointers for you…
1. dear self, always unplug the vacuum cleaner when you’re done using it.
2. self, remember when we had the talk about sticking your fingers in your eyes after using Ben-Gay? the same applies when eating jalapenos. k?
3. self, in order to pay rent, you must get a job. just a clue for you.
4. hmm. you know, self, your ALIAS calendar hanging on your wall says that you have only three more days of Michael Vartan. i suggest tearing off the dates part of the page so you can look at him yet another month; otherwise, it’s Ron Rifkin, and no offense to RR, but Sloane’s crazy-evil. and MV is sooooo hot.
i would say “go stars”, but alas! our devotion and will for them to win was not enough. wah. go mavs.