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wFriday, March 29, 2002

feeling: bored
listening to: Whose Line clippage

I'm bored. I don't really have anything to say here. I have nothing to wear to church Easter Sunday but a pair of slacks, no decent shirt to go with it. Because I hate dressing up, I hate clothes shopping, and 97% of the nice clothing I do have no longer fits. Except those slacks, but as I said... my options in the way of shirts to accompany it are a plain white long sleeved thing, or something which would look absolutely ridiculous with anything but jeans. And my parents would probably disown me if I wore jeans to an Easter Sunday service. Grr.

See? When I say I have nothing to say, I mean it.

Um... everyone go download some clips from Whose Line is it Anyway. That is your mission. Should you choose to accept it, then you must... do it. (I'm sorry, I'm sorry... Steve Frost moment) I recommend Sound Effects (bang!), Rome, Nudist Colony, Shoe, Stag Night, Shipwreck, Weddings Hoedown, Giving Birth Hoedown, Colin Mochrie Hoedown, Being Stood Up Hoedown, Shoe... cause yoouuu are my sole... mate... err, and pretty much anything else. Oh, and anything with Clive Anderson vs. Greg Proops is just gold.

"I hate weddings, they make me really sick!
Just looking at them, makes me go ick-ick!
I really just hate them, I hate them all the time!
You know what I hate most of all? Greg just took my rhyme!"

"Oh, I met a girl I really, really liked!
I hoped that she'd come over, but she wouldn't! Can you believe it?! I... You know, I've been waiting! I've been WAITING! ...No call! NO phone call!!"

"Everybody's havin' fun, they're singing all about me.
Let's all laugh along with them - hahahaheehee.
It really is amusing; can't you all see?
Look at them, look at them, of me they're making a Mochrie!"

"I like to ride my donkey, I ride him all day long!
He is very very very very very strong!
*stands there grinning for the rest of the verse*"
~hoedowns by the ingenius and kawaii Colin Mochrie

*is bored*

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dragged from Becky's stream of consciousness at 3/29/2002 02:20:00 PM

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