A somewhat uneventful day, dear blog readers. About the only things of any excitement that occurred were:
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Self paid $60 for a “Prince Valiant” haircut. Ordinarily, self would shy away from paying such an exorbitant amount, but she had no idea, none, that the haircut would come out such. Hairdresser was a very hip-looking Russian woman: she wore stiletto boots and a leopard-skin top (Perhaps self was lulled into complacency by the attire, so reminiscent of Dearest Mum).
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Self went to Costco. See, this is so exciting because, for about the fifth weekend in a row, there was only one other person ahead of self in line. What does this mean? Is it yet another sign that our economy is tanking? And they were already selling Christmas giftwrap, how sick is that?
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Self continued reading The Economist. In fact, an alternative headline for this post would have been: Quote of the Day: John Edwards mistress referred to as “hippie” by The Economist. The Economist has never been too fond of John Edwards. This self has sensed from long acquaintance with The Economist. Now, in his moment of utter humiliation, they poke fun at his “molasses accent” and somehow find a way to diss Elizabeth Edwards. They also cite the National Enquirer, calling it “one of the less disreputable supermarket tabloids.” And The Economist is also the first to break the news that, when John Edwards was confronted with a National Enquirer reporter in a Beverly Hills hotel, where he had gone to have a hear-to-heart discussion with hippie ex-lover, “Mr. Edwards hid in a lavatory.” Can there be anything more humiliating? Lavatories are simply not the place for honest working folk to be hanging out in, unless they’re congressmen or such.
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Let’s see, what else happened today? Self called son. His plan to drive up for the long weekend was at most Read the rest of this entry »