Yeah, I still need a ticket for that desert doohicky. My budget isn't huge - 250 is about the max I could pay. I am looking in various locations. Maybe I could haul gear for a price reduction, but I'm going on Saturday. Starting to get a little nervous...

This weeks confession:
I am very proud of my legs. Not in a "twenty-three skiddoo" or "what gams!" or "legs from here to Kalamazoo" kind of way. Just in the amount of mass that they are able to move, the abuse they can take, and the force they can impart (when my form is good, anyway). It verges on irony, really; my knees aren't that great, I've torn ligaments in both ankles, and they DO look sort of chicken-y. But then, I didn't say they're my BEST feature, just that I'm very proud of t... read more

After watching "Burn After Reading" last night, and following a small amount of earnest consideration afterwards, I have decided upon this week's confession:
I like George Clooney.

As an actor, mind you. The dude plays so many different roles (See "Syriana" vs "Ocean's Eleven" vs "O Brother, Where Art Thou" by way of example) that it's hard NOT to enjoy the guy, particularly in light of how easy it would be for him to become typecast. Which, early in his career, it seemed like he would ... read more

This week's confession:
I don't get The Price is Right.

It's not that I don't know what it is, it's just that I don't comprehend the game behind the show. For you see, I have never seen an episode. Oh, I've caught snippets, but only enough to know who Bob Barker was, and that Drew Carey is the current host of the show, but I really don't know what's going on. People try to guess the cost of...things? Or something. And then? I guess there's some big-ass wheel involved.

Yeah, I dunno.

This week's confession:
I dig gals with muscular thighs.

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Not too sure WHY, exactly, but there it is.