Subtle as a heart attack

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Three nights ago, I had a dream that Eric was totally ripped - washboard abs and huge arms. He was also hairless. We were back in college, as he stopped by to visit my dorm room.

Last night I had a dream about girlninja, her dad (whom(!) I've never met) and a girl named Stephanie who was in my French class in high school. Apparently, he worked at Abercrombie with Stephanie and was tackled by a security guard on suspicion of having ecstasy on his persons. He injured his back and they paid him this huge settlement for wrongful tackling. We were all at a picnic and he was telling the story as I helped myself to some potato salad.

Marie is in the process of ditching AT&T and signing up with either Verizon or US Cellular for our wireless plan. After 6 months of waiting to have our home number ported to my phone, we were finally told (by AT&T) that since they don't have a contract with our local service provider, they can't port the number. The icing on the cake is that since they didn't tell us, we don't have to pay the cancellation fee. Hopefully, the asshattery will cease in a few weeks and we can ditch our landline for good.

I'm putting the finishing touches on the Photo Project and should be mass-burning them this weekend, with the hopes to watch the DVDs at Poker Weekend. Windows Movie Maker is a pretty shitty program, but it's getting the job done and is free.

I had some Kool-Aid last night and it was glorious.

Tonight is a budget movie with Julie before she gets her tonsills out - either Shark Tale or After The Sunset. Then, some Stone Cold Steve Austin's brand ice cream. I think I'm also going on an on-line shopping spree.

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Super sweet. As long as they have sizes to accommodate the tall and big, I'll be in garment heaven!