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Thursday, February 27, 2003

Enough with the hot dogs!!



The other day I was in 7-11 to pick up some snacks and there was this little old lady just wandering around the store harassing the employees. She kept saying "where are the hot dogs?" "do you have any hot dogs?" "I don't see the hot dogs!" So after they've pointed out the hot dogs under the heat lamp a million times to her, hot-dog lady gets frustrated and says "No! The hot dogs in packs! Like at the grocery store!" So these poor harassed clerks explain that they don't sell packs of hot dogs anymore, and she goes off with this story at the top of her lungs to them all about how "You always carry packs of hot dogs and I always come in here and buy them on my way home! I always have! When are they getting more?" The clerk tells her they probably won't and she gets all huffy. Finally she buys two packs of marlboros (nothing else) and announces, "Now I'm going to have to go to McDonalds!"

For hot dogs?

Friday, February 21, 2003



Sorry kids, I haven't been blogging as faithfully as I should. This is the strangest cold and flu season ever, and as a result I've been on-again-off-again sick with whatever symptoms feel like showing up. I think the germs get together in a big meeting daily and go "Whats the status on that Linden girl? Hmmm, she just got over that fever. Lets give her a sore throat, mwa ha ha ha!" Toss into the mix the fact that I've just lost my job, I'm doing the gym thing and I'm not doing so well on the acting front and you get the lack of blog.

On the plus side I'm reading tons of books. I highly recommend Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister by Gregory Maguire.

Friday, February 14, 2003

Ow Ow Ow


Had my first appointment with my personal trainer. His name is Danny and if he wasn't so pretty I would have issues with him. No, its all in good fun. My abs hurt in good ways and I'm supposed to drink more V8 and not eat cheesy pizza. Yeah. That'll happen.

Welcome to Valentines Day, children. Also known as the longest day of Linden's year. Or as my new best friend Sarah calls it, "VD." Its things like this that make her my new best friend. I'll be whittling away the hours of my Valentiney friday night watching the Lizzie MacGuire marathon on the Disney Channel. Those kids have everything figured out.

Yay! Teen Girl Squad! That Strong Bad sure is cool.

Wednesday, February 12, 2003

Valentines Day, or as I call it, BLACK FRIDAY


Hi kids. I've been wicked sick since Sunday so I'm just barely getting back on the horse. The work horse, the blogging horse, the standing-up-without-getting-dizzy horse, pick a horse. I just wanted to shuffle to the computer and let everyone know that Valentines Day is a really bad idea. Ever seen one of those cheesy movies where the orphan is wandering the streets clutching his or her fashionably shredded rags, peering sadly into windows as families dig into plates of turkey and stuffing and fresh-baked bread? Well think of me as the orphan...of love.

Say, wouldn't "Orphan of Love" make a great song title? Seriously, someone write this song for me. It could even have guitar solos. I wouldn't complain.

Tuesday, February 04, 2003

Love, Life & Blah Blah Blah


I'm very aware of the fact that I am a melodramatic person. My moods aren't emotions, they're super-moods. And I only have two of them. I either zoom around in a big happymobile thinking I can take on the world and everyone loves me, or I'm wicked depressed. Guess how I'm doing right now.
So you're thinking "My this blog is a downer. I'm going over to Bonnie's or homestarrunner.com or something" Well you SHOULD. I'm not much fun to hang out with right now. I just feel crapcrapcrappy. Try back in a month or two and maybe by then I'll actually have boys thinking I'm pretty or a box of cookies or a fun new job or something to feel good about. At least Valentines Day will be over. I'll be spending mine feeling lousy as usual. See? I'm no fun. So go here and forget about me for awhile. Its okay, just go...

*sniff*

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