Too Much Information

In light of having to supervise my office while it's being used for a meeting, I thought I'd search the internet for some entertaining reading material. Bad Idea. I just read a story about a kid on a blind date which ended with his pants getting ripped off and him shooting diarrhea in the face of a guy who just punched him. While I have to say that explosive diarrhea may be the best possible retaliation to a good smack in the face, the story made my Wendy's Combo #1 churn a few times in my stomach.


On to some good news...ABC has episodes of My So-Called Life online! I hope that someone out there shares my love for the show...although for me, it has some "sentimental" value. You see, as a child, my mom was so darn overprotective that I wasn't allowed to watch anything that hinted at the idea of a kiss or *gasp* sex. Therefore, I was stuck watching re-runs of Full House which I thought was cool until my friends started discussing more mature matters than DJ wearing makeup to school. My first experience with My So-Called Life happened at my best friend's house and I'm pretty sure it was the moment I realized I knew NOTHING about life. But I was addicted. I needed to learn more. And while I can't say that I actually learned anything from the show since I didn't understand most of it, I enjoyed it and was horrified when they stopped filming. But worry no longer, my friends. I can now buy it on DVD and figure out what the heck was happening there.

Damn you, Wendy's, for giving me regular Pepsi when I ordered Diet. That's just a cruel thing to do.