Forty hits today! Woohoo! Of course, I think that's all thanks to Beth and her glowing recommendation:

I'm so embarrassed. I accidentally ripped off Harold yesterday in my comment about Oz and Willow. Specifically, in this entry, he says: You know, I may have to break that little Scott Evil's neck if he breaks Willow's heart. You hear that, Seth Green? I'm not threatening you or anything, I'm just saying. I read that, and then I said practically the same thing, only mine wasn't as funny. Now you know the truth; I'm just a big plagiarizer. And go read his journal, why don't you. It's wickedly funny (and I do mean wicked) and always a good read.

Again, me = goddamned internet phenomenon.

Okay, is it just me or is anyone else bothered that no actual Walshes live in the Walsh house on 90210?

Speaking of TV: Oh, Willow. Oh, Oz. I'm so, so sorry. That's one of the saddest moments of television that I've ever seen.

On the bright side, though: does this mean Willow is single now? I don't mean to prey on the brokenhearted or anything, I'm just asking. I could, you know, comfort her or something.

I ran on Monday, I did tae bo yesterday. I am sore as a motherfucker today. The muscles in the back of my upper arms - what do you call those? They hurt like hell.

Earlier, Sonya heard me bitching and moaning about how sore I was and proceeded to rub my arms. This got me tickled, thinking about that episode of Friends where Monica gave the bad massages to Chandler.

"Tell your sore muscles good-bye," Monica says, kneading Chandler's shoulders.

"Good-bye muscles!" Chandler screams.

Is it possible I watch too much damned TV?

And this, this is sick and wrong and I'm very, very proud of it.

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