Forty-Two

I find the irony of our pennant fight amazing. Who could have even begun to think, at the beginning of the year, the the Indians had half a shot at the wild card? Yet here we are, at the end of the season... and we're trying to beat out Chicago for the pennant (okay, I don't hold tonnes of hope for that one, but hey, it's there) and New York and Boston are, as usual, at odds. And the last games of the year are Indians vs. Chicago and New York vs. Boston. I find it spectacular. I hope the Yankees beat out Boston, because a) I hate boston b) the Yankees aren't that bad and c) Boston has to lose if we're going to have a shot at the Wild Card. Oh how I've missed competitive baseball in Cleveland... it has been so many, many years since the INdians have been worth watching.

Oooh, Dane Cook is on Comedy Central this Sunday! I'm excited.

To whom it may concern, I stayed home from school today. It was boring as hell. I'm still kind of sick. But not throwing up. Whoo hoo.

I hate my immune system.

Sometimes I ponder how many lives Kenny has. And just how bad life in Eastern Europe is. And what life would be like if I were a really awesome skateboarder. But some things will remain mysteries forever.

Yay for second episodes of South Park!

Obviously my life has reached an all-time pathetic level.

I have problems understanding why people dump their cool boyfriends for freakish, far less cool people. Hell, I have problems understanding why some people can get boyfriends at all. But who am I to talk, no one wants me.

Good news, now is the time to try Enzyte! You can get up to six months free!

Oh, bummer, I've seen this one a billion times. Stupid Spoiled Whore! One day, I desire to travel to the true South Park, for I know it really exists. Shannon has told me legends of its splendor.

Okay this rambling has to end.