I mean, for God's sake, they have a list of ALL the popes! With dates! Hold on, I'm trying to find a Harrison. Ah ha! St. Eusebius, April to October of 310. There you go.
Do you need the address for the United States Botanical Gardens? Because I have it! EEEE!!! NERDGASM!
Ahem. Moving on.
Cindy Crawford kicked my ass. Seriously. I am in a world of pain. I tried her work out tape for 2 days in a row and I can barely walk. Doing this long-term will either kill me or make me fabulous. Either or. I'm rooting for fabulous.
Dammit. Ever since I had the horrifying mental image of myself in that strapless pink thing, I've been on this mega-girly kick. It's tragic. My life was so much simpler when I didn't give a crap about stuff.
It's very time consuming and difficult to be a girl. All this buffing and plucking and shaving and exfoliating and moisturizing and conditioning and bronzing and bleaching and waxing, God, no wonder Naomi Campbell attacks people like a wildebeast. I've only been doing it for a couple of months and I'm ready to snap.
Crap! I chipped a nail! Someone MUST DIE!!!
Speaking of smutty novels, I just ran across this, which was a web page I did for a Reader's Advisory class last summer. Isn't it fun? Whee! Smut!