Dear Punctuation Abusers:

I want to put you in Punctuation Jail for misusing punctuation so very liberally. Why do you do it??!? It's so hard to read when every other sentence ends in either two or three exclamation points or question marks!!! And the others trail off in a flurry of ellipses... Darn you for annoying me...

If I could be any girl in the whole entire world I'd be Julia Stiles. With Heath Ledger as my boyfriend. If my life could be 10 Things I Hate About You.

Can't lose the adventure in my life. Can't!!

Complaining about my boring purse today, I realized I have a fashion purse phobia, and that's why I stick to boring purses. It's true. My phobia started a couple of years ago when interesting shaped purses were all the rage and I found this super cute little purse with a double zipper --and wound up receiving quite a few compliments of the ingenuity of using a pencil case as a purse from a few admiring teenagers. GA!

Overheard in the cube farm today -- two guys, prairie dogging over the wall...

"so... what does she look like?"
"She's attractive."
"Blonde?"

...yes, because only blondes are attractive. You really do hear the strangest things in open areas...

Reason not to get MSN:

** says:hi there, how are you doing?

pinklemonade says:good how are
you?

** says:good thank's

** says:how was you're trip to Germany?

Name withheld to protect the innocent.

I love Hugh Grant. I am absolutely convinced that he will realize that I am alive and come find me and ask me to marry him. We would live happily ever after.

I also love Hugh Jackman, Colin Firth as Mr. Darcy and the guy who played Tad Hamilton in the movie and Pierce Brosnan, even though he is old.

Crazily, I missed the bus today. But I told some other woman that my bus would take her where she wanted to go. I was so confused by talking bus numbers, I forgot which bus I was waiting for and forgot to get on myself.

Starbucks sent me a gift certificate to help me deal with my pain and suffering from my burn... a gift card for ten whole dollars. That's right, $10.

Wow. That's so cheap I almost want to change my mind and stick it to them.

Some website I was reading on synchronicity and seriality mentioned the word incouciant... which is a word I just discovered and has been making the rounds in about every book I've read in the past weeks, which strangely enough is totally about seriality...

"For instance, someone rolls off a particularly mellifluous sounding word in conversation, "insouciant," that piques your curiosity but you have no idea of its meaning. Shortly after hearing it the first time, you read it in a book, someone else uses it in conversation-and someone else. This clustering of the word "insouciant" is an example of Kammerer's notion of seriality, and for Kammerer, much to his critic's disagreement, this patterning was not random but meaningful."

So I had to look up mellifluous too... which means:

1. Flowing with sweetness or honey.
2. Smooth and sweet: “polite and cordial, with a mellifluous, well-educated voice”

Funny -- I go into Chapters with a stomach ache and a touch of the flu and walk out healed. Is it the magical paper dust? Is it the enchanted ink smell?

Courtesy of my best friend:

"I don't really care how time is reckoned so long as there is some agreement about it, but I object to being told that I am saving daylight when my reason tells me that I am doing nothing of the kind. I even object to the implication that I am wasting something valuable if I stay in bed after the sun has risen. As an admirer of moonlight I resent the bossy insistence of those who want to reduce my time for enjoying it. At the back of the Daylight Saving scheme I detect the bony, blue-fingered hand of Puritanism, eager to push people into bed earlier, and get them up earlier, to make them healthy, wealthy and wise in spite of themselves."

(Robertson Davies, The Diary of Samuel Marchbanks, 1947, XIX, Sunday.)

Girls need girlfriends. I'm so glad I have some!

Lost of love... that's kind of hard to say of anybody. Almost everybody has somebody to love them, don't they?