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I never ceased to be amazed by channel 14-- the Spanish channel -- one of the best stations (in terms of reception) that I get.

There's this bizarro game show - I don't really know what's going on, but there are like, couples? And there's this heart shaped bed. And they have to get on it, and it throws them all around like a mechanical bull.

The guy lies flat, on his back, and has handholds out to the side (think cross pose) and the woman SITS on his pelvis, and has handholds above the guy's head. So she rides him while the heart bed thrashes around.

Seriously - why not just buy some porn?

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I can't say that staying home sick is satisfying at all. I have two of the Lord of the Rings games, (two towers and return of the King), as well as the entire Cowboy Be-Bop series (generously donated by booksymagnifico) but I can't bring myself to get off the couch to load it up.

Speaking of which, Lord of the Rings was on the WB last night, and something just seemed wrong, seeing it in fullscreen, static-y. I had to change the channel. Somehow seeing it minus its proper grandeur just felt wrong.

I'm stuck watching Jane Pauley right now, armed with my trusty toilet paper roll for any wayward snot. It's pretty dumb. But the only other two channels that are tolerable have Judge shows on and I'm not entirely certain that spending my day watching people squabble is ideal.

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I did have to shuffle outside to walk Jarry this morning -- but I've gotta say, this is some of my favorite weather. It is cold, but it's sunny, and clear, and just nice.

I'm still enjoying the Bow-Lingual that Mason and I got on Sunday for Jarry.

Ugh. I'm too tired to write more.

At least I have a cyber-life

Feel utterly pathetic. Am sitting at home, with grungy previously-Yoga pants (now sad, too-baggy-pseudo-Hammer-pants) and naked on top, curled under comforter from bedroom, surrounded by bunched-up toilet paper tissues.

Yum.

I have played the Sims for probably 5+ hours. I am officially a Game Show Host. I live in "Club Rubb" ... I hardly get any sleep. I am wild party cyber-girl. w00t.

Boss has called and offered to do anything for me that I need - believes I am dying.


I started playing The Two Towers and got STUCK on the first mission - defeating the slimy under-water monster. His tentacles were too much for me.

That sounded really dirty.

Maybe I have a fever...

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I am still living in Club Rubb. Promotion is beyond me. Have already been mocked by Rob and Mason for my Sim-age, but I couldn't help now but laugh.

Living in Club Rubb, of course, gives me a DANCE FLOOR.

My Sims are dancing after work, amidst the flashing neon lights, and I look over from the computer to see my Sim, "Laura" doing flatvurm's Goth Stomp™. The other Sims are doing regular dancing, but my Sim is distinguishably doing The Stomp.

I laughed for like, 5 minutes.

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