Oh, my holy crap. I tried to go on MySpace, because I want to see the page of a very darling friend of mine and there were dancing Elmos and siezure-inducing flashy things and a million tiny Christmas graphics and colors and words all running around and stuff. Wow. I'm surprised more people don't go on murderous rampages brought on by MySpace. I'm still considering it (the murderous rampage), so if I end up in jail, you can say " She seemed nice. Quiet, but nice. Oh yeah, and she said she went on her killing spree because of MySpace." Then Congress can spend four years debating whether or not there should be a constitutional amendment banning flashing wordy graphics and dancing Elmos on the same page (because to me, that makes more sense than banning gay marriage. WTF?).

We rocked the rock gym tonight. And heard:

"I didn't want to talk about frosting. YOU wanted to talk about frosting!" -climber girl
"I did want to talk about frosting." -belayer girl

I'm not sure what there is to say about frosting, other than GIMME!