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Wednesday, September 15, 2004

I'm using my lunch break to blog, because I've been frantically editing a bunch of copy for this Junior Sportswear book we're putting together at work. I don't have much to say anyway, unless it's on the topic of Junior Sportswear, in which case I'm a total font of knowledge. I've been pretty sick for the last two days & going straight home diligently after work. Actually what I've been doing is making a slight detour at the video store first, so I can pick up the next installment of 24. I have become so obsessed with 24 over the last couple weeks that it's becoming a problem. I don't even bothering ordering it on Netflix cos I can't wait three days for it. The other day I finished one of the DVDs right before Reel Life closed & I practically had a panic attack. I booked it over to Bedford Ave like a woman on a mission -- nay, like Jack Bauer on a top-secret CTU assignment -- so I could pick up the next disc.
I finally finished the first season last nite. I'm getting my life back just in time too, because tonite Live Girls!!! & Kickstart are playing separate shows at separate venues. That would be Rothko & the Delancey, respectively.
Other than that I've got a few more blind items for you.
Which mysterious ex sent me an inexplicable text message on Friday nite? Which blond female friend do I not-so-secretly want to make out with? Which loud co-worker needs to keep her conversations to herself? Which rugged, blond 24 star do I have the hots for? Oh, & which Heather is my favorite?



Well, great pâté, but I gotta motor if I want to be ready for that funeral.

Comments:
sigh, i know the ex.
 
Well, I'm not your ex, co-worker, '24' star, or a Heather, so clearly I'm the blonde female friend you want to make out with. I'm flattered, really, but I don't think it would be a very good idea. You know, 'cause of the friendship and whatnot.
 
Sorry Joe. Close, but no cigar. But how do you know you're not my favorite Heather?
 
actually you are correct! shannon, er, heather duke, is my favorite heather. i think youre kidding about the cockeyed sexiness, but i sort of like it.
 
Goddammit! I know we were drunk, but you said I was your favorite Heather!
 
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