So I was thinking:
It’s really funny when people pronounce “peanuts” like PEA- nits, with an accent on the PEA. It sounds alot like “penis”.
Mike Ross from Dove Enterprise does that:
“I love PEA-nits. PEA-nits PEA-nits PEAnits.”
Fudgecicles: Is the first C silent or not? I believe it is. It rolls off of the tongue much more delightfully if the first C is silent. Cilent. Laverne DiFazio says it like that. I thought she was so cool. In the 6th grade, I embroidered L’s on all of my solid coloured tops and everyone made fun of me. Years later, monograms are cool again. If I was indeed a sheep, I would break out my 6th grade cardigans. But no.
“The S is silent, stupid.”
I’m so glad Jared has a myspace account now. I’ve been wanting him to get one for ages now, but I’ve never said anything to him about it. He read my mind. See, communication isn’t important. Communication, schommunication.
Note: It is entirely difficult to relay sarcasm through text. The last who sentences in the last paragraph were chock full of the stuff.
Jackson’s radio station, the Rocket, is having Rocketoberfest. Excuse me, but Rocktoberfest would be much more effective. Zephyr pointed this out. She’s a genius. Or the Rocket people are idiots. Or both.
So I was reading blogs earlier today, and I notice bad grammar. Bad grammar, run- ons (see above paragraph), and misspellings are okay if it is purposeful, used to prove a point, or there is no other way to relay the exact message.
“She has got some majour problems”
I wonder who she is talking about.
Oh, as I eavesdrop more closely, I realize they are talking about the chick with the kid. I agree, Kim.
So I bought a new purse yesterday. Not that I care that the old Barney lunchbox was embarrassing Erick and Eric, but it was just getting old. Sometimes I would be walking to the car and it would come unlatched, causing the contents to tumble to the concrete surface beneath my feets.
This weekend, everyone at the shop is going to Paducah for the hair show. I think that it would be sooooo much fun, but Ben, Liz, and Troy aren’t going. I don’t think Ben and Troy care, quite frankly.
I miss my old friends. I think I may call a few of them up.
I mean, I love my current friends, but you understand how it is.
I have a wicked headache. I need an asprin/ massage. Someone should give me a massage. Now.
Nobody showed up.
Dead breast.
FagHag.