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BULLETS ARE TASTY!

• Work has had me bleary-eyed all week. I am currently incapable of neatly-segueing paragraphture. I am, however, quite accomplished at reckless word-invention.

• Allow me to draw your attention to that box over there! –>

  I’m sure you totally missed it so far. So, I have less than $400 to raise to hit the $2,200 mark for the 3day. I’ve set up this thing where you can contribute as little as a dollar. So please consider donating your cup of coffee today, or a gallon of gas, or the $2.99 you save by ending your call to the phone sex hotline a minute early. Do it for the boobs!

  [I should note that a donation made through that link is not tax-deductible. If you want a tax receipt, you can always donate here.]

• Reason #1 I’m in love with the interweb this week: someone from 43things wrote to say they wanted to help me hit my fundraising goal, so they contributed. How awesome is that??

• I met a 3day team with a table in the skyway the other day. They knew who our team was, and asked for fundraising advice. I was so proud of Team Boobylicious. I’m also going to try to steal their skyway idea, and sell pink wristbands (I have 100 on the way), and um. Truffles? Cookies? Make-out sessions with the other team members, while I take photos and post them on the internet? YES!

• Reason #2 I’m in love with the interweb this week: the editor of LA.com wants to feature my photo of Griffith Park on their site.

• I have 50,000 frequent flyer miles. I am dying to buy my plane ticket. Man, I hate patience.

• Knitting Olympics update! Here are the front and back of the mittens. Technically, I should probably be done with one already, since we’re halfway through. But weekend mornings are better for these things, so I’m not worried about it.

• Wednesday night was Kaye’s ‘I hate you, bitch’ party. I’d try to explain the history of this holiday, but I lost track somewhere in the middle of the story, just as you would too. So anyway, it involves hating people and beating things up. And also pizza.

  I felt really unpopular for not having anyone to hate and beat with a metal rod or wooden stick, but that’s not really me. I joke about my violence, I don’t actually perpetuate it. So I got to whack things, simply because it was AWESOME. We made a huge mess. I have videos of Jon and I beating the shit out of stuff and laughing hysterically, but I think some things are best kept on my hard drive. Hahaha.

• Last night, I was rounding the corner onto MyHouse Street, and I saw all this smoke behind me in the mirror. It took me way too long to realize it was CHICO’S SMOKE. The bastard! He’s going to get cancer!

  I parked him quickly and popped the hood open, but not before I quickly gathered my things in case he was actually on fire. I can live without Chico, but not without my ice skates or gym bag. I decided he wasn’t burning, just having radiator issues. See, he started asking me for coolant every few months, and he’s been demanding it more regularly lately. I figured I had a leak in that system somewhere. Last night, he decided to stop asking nicely, and resort to self-immolation.

  The car shop said it was safe to drive him there if I added more coolant and watched the temperature, because they’re only 6 blocks away. I drove him up there so he could spend the night, and Tom gave me a ride to work this morning. I’d have ridden the bus, but seriously, it’s like -46 outside today. It’s miserable.

  They just called to tell me Chico is good as new (for the 15th time this year?), and it was just a radiator hose. I wonder what he’s going to complain about next? I hope he sticks to the superficial stuff, as it’s a lot cheaper.

• TONIGHT I AM GOING TO HOCKEY.

OK, it’s time to face the cold again. Stay warm, dudes.
Jenni