Your cocktail sir,





2006-01-25 - 2:06 p.m.

I'm waiting for Rosie O'Donnel to begin speaking. There was a rumor that she would have her children, but that does not seem to be the case.

I'm not a gopher today, I'm just supposed to sit back here and make sure nothing goes awry. But t's Rosie, so I don't imagine much is going to happen.

I've been suffereing for the past couple days. Almost a week. I cut my hair. Very short. And then the next day I broke my glasses. Snapped them into to symmetrical pieces. And now I don't feel like myself anymore.

I used to hide behind the hair, I suppose. Using those golden locks to keep people either away or draw them in. I don't know which. And I think the glasses made me look intelligent. The hair, liberal. And so I was an intelligent liberal in this crazy state. Now, I'm just like everyone else it seems, and it's disturbing.

I don't know what possesed me to cut it all off. I really don't. I do know what possessed me to fling my glasses onto the desk. So, at least I'm only dealing with half of an enigma. I'm going to blame the stupid diet that I put myself on. And actually am still on. All that Fiber and Fruit. It makes one do crazy things.

Which is why I'm switching to the Bucket of Chicken diet.

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