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...but it's still not tea. (Sawtea!)

I did say that my next rant would be about what makes a person, but I think I'll forego that rant until I have my philosophy essay in front of me. Instead, I will talk about... something else, I'm not quite sure what yet.

((Word of the day: acrimonious.))

Note to Meaghan: Did up your horoscope... you're another one with four planets in your first house o_O Definitely another one I should show my mother.

I dislike the meeting coming from the other room... Robert and Daddy sound like they're at loggerheads over the direction the company should go. And there seems to be a definite mistrust of Sia on Robert's part, which I don't like.

Mrr. Office politics. I miss the days when it was just Daddy and Darrell.

Oh well. Back to Solitare.

Lidia's Sunday Horoscope

Touchy and irritable
This influence can be quite difficult. You are inclined to feel touchy and irritable and to regard almost any communication from another person as a challenge. And you will make this attitude so clear to people that they may even tread lightly around you for fear of setting you off. Anyone who crosses you will be told off in no uncertain terms. The worst way to handle this influence, but what you are most likely to do, is to identify your own ego with what you believe or think. This will make you act as if your very life were threatened, which of course it is not. If you have to fight for your beliefs, this influence can be a help, but don't look for a battle or create an issue where none exists.

*falls over laughing*

Wednesday will be interesting.

Humor!

[in the car]
Me: You ARE a gay hick!
Simon: There's no such thing!
Me: You're right... they... move...
Simon: I'm thinking centralization around shopping centers.
Me: That's terrible.
Simon: Abercrombie and Fitch.
Me: Patrick is a gay hick!

...and mother freaking Ukraines!

Seth Green:
[as Becky] Can you tell I'm not that bright?
[as Rob] Perfect.
[as Becky] So you want my work shirt and my car? How about my virginity too?
[as Rob] If it's on the menu.
(that entire scene... humorous like DEATH)

Everyone must go see The Italian Job, if only for those two scenes. Well, and the cars. And the girl, whose name I cannot remember, but had the worst name in the movie ever. I mean, really. Never, never name your kid Stella, people. But anyway, you only have to look at her as it is, because she's sexy.

Most of what I have eaten today contained sugar. You can really really tell, because I have conversations like:

Me: Must repress urge to go dancing off into the night.
Simon: Dance!
Me: Never mind. It's only in my right arm.
Simon: The urge to go dancing into the night is only in your right arm?
Me: Yes.
(and this made perfect sense, at the time. NO, I don't need a psychiatric ward, I swear. I'm harmless.)

Simon: No falling asleep! That's what behind the wheel of your car is for!

Oh, I wish I could remember all the humor, but there was so very much of it...

To complete the night of humor:

Patrick: Are you sure you have the right shoes on to crush my ego with?
Alex: Contrary to popular belief, I'm not trying to crush your ego, just pound it into a vaguely pillow-like object so that I can sleep on it.
Patrick: That's made me choke on my bottled water.
Patrick: In hilarity.
Alex: Oh good.