2001-12-12 | 6:14 p.m.

corduroy licorice didn't put any stock in soup. he preferred to make the vegetarian variety.

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online dating boy update:

*crickets*

no e-mail response to my "dear john" note. maybe i should have addressed it with his name instead. kidding. no phone calls. no voice messages. no nuthin'. maybe he's out sick. maybe he's pissed. maybe he's in shock. maybe he's fled the country in distress. maybe he's put on sackcloth and is gnashing his teeth a l� audition. maybe there's an "iron chef" marathon on cable and he's holed himself up in his bachelor pad. you'll be the second to know.

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time for a quote:

"the sun, with all those planets revolving around it and dependent on it, can still ripen a bunch of grapes as if it had nothing else in the universe to do."

- galileo

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this a.m., between slaps to the snooze alarm, i came up with a really cool halloween costume idea. oh, sure, it's probably been done before, but i think it would be super keen-o-matic to dress up as...a fortune cookie!

check it out! you could construct a fortune cookie costume out of pale yellow velour with a suitably folded and pointed head and butt infrastructure. then you could have a zipper pouch in front. while you wandered around the party, people could come up to you and unzip your pouch and pull out a fortune. it would be hella fun to come up with wacky-ass fortunes, wouldn't it?! such a conversation piece it would be! everybody say, hey, ho, hey, ho...

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