[potpourri for 100 alex]

i have a zit the size of a small child on the side of my head. it hurts like you would not believe when i move my face.

tomorrow night is margaritas with the work girls. when we go out i feel like a pimp with all my hos. much like a business dinner or employee appreciation night. well, that's how i see it. to everyone else it may appear that i am a fag with an overabundance of hags.

taunted ms. b last night with the inside info i had on BB5. we texted back and forth and she called me during the commercials. thought about getting "death to the twins" printed on a T shirt for her birthday event, but i think i'll wear my fcuk shirt instead. since it was such a big hit the other night.

my sister texted me with: "friends til the end is on oxygen tonight at 8!" that made me laugh i told her she could DVR it and have it for all of time. something tells me she won't.

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ms. k: (answering her phone) hey, what's up? ms. b wants to know if you're coming to her birthday party.
me: um, i have plans that night.
ms. k: he said he has plans. she said if you're not there you're in trouble.
me: i'll be there.
ms. k: he'll be there. what? how did that happen?
me: huh?
ms. k: she's now a nielsen family member.
me: ah! no fair.
ms. k: are you sure it was legit? did they ask you when your home was unoccupied?
me: oh, tell her to watch alias.
ms. k: she doesn't watch alias.
me: no one does, that's why she needs to help save it.
ms. k: she said she'd watch it once if you come to her party.
me: deal.
ms. k: she's not supposed to tell anyone about it so no one tries to influence her.
me: much like i just did.
ms. k: much like you just did.