I Can't Believe I Ate the Whole Thing

[sisabet]

I'm dying here. My tree is up and there are lights on it and ball things and Superman and Lex Luthor and Batman and Robin cause this is pretty much the only reason I have a tree.

It appeared last week that the older, more settled I suppose, ladies in the office must have sent out an email about poor single Liz, she is all alone, you know - for I have been receiving tons of offers and rough totes full of lights and ornaments and stuff... I am alternately touched at their generosity and amused because apparently... I am their Bridget Jones. I am very exotic and my life in their heads is much more exciting than it really actually is.

So besides Lex and Superman, et al - my tree also has balsls. Big Brass ones. My tree is a ballsy tree. I bet my tree has more balls than your tree. I am sorry, I am not only Bridget Jones, I am also twelve.

I am now going to attempt to catch up on LJ as The Boy chills and watches "Farenheit 9/11" in my living room. He is such a cute lil' liberal teenager. I am gonna get him a really nice present. Sniff. If all of this begins to bug me to much I will just go and watch my tree.

Oh - things my mother said this weekend that I promised myself I would post:

And I can't remember any of them at all. One was about Lex and Clark and Clark being in Lex and I was all "Oh, yeah Mom - most of the fandom agrees." and the other thing was about Dawn and her hypothetical boyfriend who the family really likes but Dawn is acting weird. Shit.

I have a swiss cheese memory. Like Sam!!

Oh - and Sam and Darien and Al and Bobby have a ton in common. There are more thoughts on this and like 3 more I-man pic posts - too tired now to share.

Also I left this post all abandoned like to go eat chili at Dawn's. Now I am back and tired and I am just gonna post this and try to track down a measuring tape so I can figure out the circumference of my head.

Merry Turkey Day Fallout to all that this missive applies to. To all who are excluded or feel excluded or wish to be excluded, please have a happy Sunday. Or Monday. If that is your time zone.

::confused::

Comments

[laurashapiro.livejournal.com]

Just posting to say that you may be Bridget Jones, and twelve, but you're still entirely wonderful and I love reading your posts. So there.

[caphricacorn.livejournal.com]

Mom said "Clark should be in Lex" to cure Lex of his cancer, the way he cured Lionel of Unspecified TV Liver Disease.

I hope The Boy is having fun watching my F 9/11 he stole. Tell him Merry Christmas- I'm keeping my new copy. And I want my Dave Matthews back. And The Donnas. And whatever else he took.

We all decided after she left that Dawn is on drugs.