Miki Ando won SkateAmerica, but that's skating. My maven must hate me since I took a break. Both my body and my finances can't handle the strain. I'm in pain body and wallet-wise. Time for a new rink, I think.
Saddam will most likely escape, he's such a coward. He'll probably grab a bag of cool ranch Doritos and hide in another hole. They're never going to find Bin Laden since he choked to death on dustbunnies behind my couch. I still haven't swiffered back there, although my progress in getting rid of my Collyer Brother Daily News stack was finally conquered Saturday night. Yay for me!
Tomorrow's the Final Mudsling...er, Election. Vote, kiddies! Vote. Please get off your asses, the status quo is killing this country.
Kjou is on Christmas tree duty this year, so Bling Boy and Bratling will have a new visitor. Neither one of us has a car, so we'll just sweat our velvet cake lovin' asses up three flights of stairs and wing it. Dinner's on me, 'jou, never fear! We've got our choice of American, diner, Turkish, Moroccan, Italian, French, Irish, German, and Applebees. The Moroccan has excellent mint tea and luscious tagines. Good food, good prices. I've finally gotten used to Bay Ridge after 24 years.
Pinochet and Bassett Hound are away. I can breathe deeply. Like I need to be asked how these election isssues affect my work. Um, I'm on it, I'm NOT the non-visa who can't vote. Is done? IS DONE. My name's KENNEDY, for chrissakes, you think I don't care about this election? Bobby's dream is in the damn toilet, you twits!
Stupidity, I say.
In other news, I am fully fascinated with Anchal, the Sarasvati-in-Jeans model from this cycle of Tyra's show. I never took the other seasons seriously, but this one pulled me in. Yes, Melrose annoys the shit outta me, but she's a natural. However, Anchal is a teenage goddess. She's just otherwordly. Naturally, the cattiness has gotten to her. Tall, deep golden, breasts, hips and perfect black hair? Get Victoria's Secret on this girl, STAT! And she's from Florida, the place I hate. Anchal might be the reason I change my mind. I hope she makes it to the final 2. The modeling world's got enough cookie-cutter Christie Brinkleys out there. No offense, Christie, but there's only one of you. That's enough.
It's slow cooker time, temperature-wise. It dropped to 40 degrees last night and I was in my glory. I was lazy and didn't do my laundry, but caught up with all my election coverage. This country's going to hell, plain and simple. Let's pray we make it to 2008.
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