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December 12, 2005
Hopped Up on Goofballs
I took some benadryl, and my face feels a little better. The rest of me ain't so bad either. (go benadryl!) I'm still kind of swollen, and a kid at the park today told me (in a rather disgusted voice) that I had "red growing from my face", which is never a good thing. But I think I'm on the mend. Which IS a good thing because-
I have an interview for a job on Thursday- no big deal, just a few hours a week at a gym. I think. There's some confusion, because I filled out such a general job application. I'm not really sure what I applied FOR. I hope they tell me. Otherwise, I might end up pulling a Costanza. Remember when he didn't know if he got the job, so he just shows up and hangs out in an office? Yeah, that's me. I'm just gonna show up and try to be... gymish. Mmkay. You know I'm just in it for the free gym membership, anyway.
Oh, did I mention that I went to the grocery store today, with my gigantic face? It was so embarassing. But when HeroBoy is out of juice, it's not pretty, so I bolted in and made as little eye contact as possible. Which was fairly easy, as it was so difficult to lift my melon head very high. Boo.
Let's see... what else? I need to get some stuff off my chest. Will you allow me? First off- Jessica Simpson, please, PLEASE stop the theatrics when you're singing. It's so cheesy. I know I'm not the first person to bring that up, but ARE YOU LISTENING? Trust me. Secondly, yeah, yeah, we get it- Brad and Angelina are better, richer, sexier, kinder, and more talented than the rest of us. Can we have a break now? And Diddy. Can you just pick one? Please? I don't even care which one. (this seems a tad hypocritical in light of my recent blog name change, but uh, shut up.) And lastly, if these loan consolidation people don't quit calling me, I am going to have a serious hissy fit. Like, I'm gonna hang up in their face. Yeah. Take that.
OOh, that's better. Thanks.
Oh wait, one more. Tom Cruise. Chill OUT, dude. You are TOTALLY freaking us out. Put the girl down, gently, and back away, nice and slow. Hands up where I can see them. Yeah. See that nice pink color in her cheeks? That's what's called breathing. No, no- not too close. Dang it, Tom, don't make me use the baton!
Okay. WonderGirl may need to reevalute her relationship with the E channel.
Well pumpkins, that's all for tonight. Yes, yes- I realize the blogging has been a little on the skimpy side lately. It always happens this time of year, with Christmas busyness and whatnot. And ya know... sometimes WonderGirl is more like WanderingAimlesslyThroughoutTheDayGirl. It happens. I'll be better. I do actually have some things to say, but I lack the attention to get it up here at the moment. Forgiveness, people. It's what Christmas is all about. Kind of. I mean, well not really, but it's about something good like that. It's about... togetherness. Or wait, I know- family. And like, how nice it is to give presents. Or that all the reindeer finally let Rudolph-- oh forget it.
You know what it's about. Don't be fooled by the trimmings.
Night, my peoples.
The Daily | By WonderGirl | 9:18 PM
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Did you ever figure out what was wrong with your face? How freaky...
Posted by: Jeannette at December 12, 2005 11:02 PM
No, J, I did not. And you're right, it's very freaky. This morning, I'm still a little puffy, but MUCH better than yesterday.
Posted by: WonderGirl at December 13, 2005 7:45 AM
