Just Idle Babbling

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*clap clap*
repeat above with heightened gusto


hmmm...I don't expect anyone to recognize the above, but it is my own little tribute to Beverly Hills 90210, which come november 7, 2006 will be at a DVD store near you!

Ah, adolescence. The days when I watched that show on rerun were the days when I also covertly taped matthew mcconaughey photos from "a time to kill" in my closet to stare at wistfully in the hours (yes, plural) before bedtime. Now he was McDreamy with a capital "Mc".

I am absolutely certain that all my problems would be solved if I could only still be as giddily delighted by the idea of drinking strawberry milkshakes at a local diner. I used to dream up names for my imaginary diner owner - I briefly entertained the name "Sal", juggled around "Benji" (don't ask) and "Syl" (short for Sylvester, and not the cat), but finally decided on "Jack". Now there's a trustworthy, solid name. If my name were only Jill, we could fetch that pail of water and tumble happily ever after down lush green hills.