As much as I just HATE to stray from the verbal sparring that was going on in my last post, I feel it’s my duty to provide you with a bevy of information. Such as…

…the fact that I’m going to the Hockey game tonite. If I were dating an English guy (or New Zealander, at that), we would be going “to the hockey.” Don’t you think for one split second that I’m not gonna buy one of those huge foam fingers and wave it around like a moron. I’m good at that.

…the fact that I’m a bit sad that Charlize Theron won the Oscar because now she’s too high-profile (and costs too much) to play me in the movie of my life. That is, unless I do something WAY high profile, like steal her hot boyfriend away from her or something.

…the fact that I’m right now trying to come up with a plan to do just that. It just somehow isn’t fair that SHE gets to have sex with him while I don’t. He may just be the perfect man, and we KNOW that’s a strong statement for me.

…the fact that I’ve written a tawdry little ditty on my friends’ site…I’ll let ya know when it’s posted. It’s not for the weak, however…

…the fact that my Mani/Pedi lady was a little on the OCD side today. I mean, she must have touched up my toes three times, leaving me with never-drying toenail polish.

…the fact that this day has gone slower than molassas.

…the fact that this time next week I’ll be in Austin. Bring it.

So that’s that. Must go find myself a Diet Barqs, some patience to make it through the next 90 minutes and a very devious plan to make Stuart Townsend my boyfriend. I’m open to suggestions.