Do You Really Want to Know?

My prince charming is still in a pond somewhere. But I saw his picture on a pair of socks. It was very cute.

Mapquest just placed Pflugerville, TX, somewhere off the coast of Nigeria.

This is how I'm dressing for work tonight:

Because I heard a rumor that Mr. Tall Dark and Handsome

came by looking for me again. But I think I'll have him beat; I'll be taller, darker, handsomer, and better hidden.

I tried a type of Mexican candy last night. It was a mango flavored sucker coated with chili. I didn't dislike it. I can't decide whether I liked it, but I didn't dislike it. It was just very, very different. Not as different as eating sausages wrapped in tortillas instead of sausage buns; I don't think I'll get over that one. But that might have something to do with having been stuck eating a wheat tortilla.

I no longer have to worry about being tempted by the final Harry Potter book sitting around BigEvilSuperStore's stock room before it's release date. This is on account of my not being there anywhere near the release date. Unless they start shipping us the books by June 5th. Because I'm leaving work then.

I recently discovered there's a song Martina McBride sings that I don't absolutely love. I heard it on the radio many times, and it was a song about God, and I said, "That's an OK song, but it has bad theology." Then I finally heard it announced on the radio once, and I said, "Martina McBride isn't allowed to sing a song that I don't love. World, what are you doing? You are all out to get me." And the world said, "We know your weaknesses, and we are evil." And I said, "That's not fair!" And the world said, "Muahahahaha." And I didn't understand it, so I went to bed.