I just watched that new movie Blood Diamond. So upsetting to see the carnage and the things they do to children. I just have to say from now on I will only accept antique diamonds (sorry for those of you who were waiting in line to give me diamonds) Watch the movie and or Google conflict diamonds.
okay here's how you play. leave a comment in this blog professing your boundless desire to play this game. then i will answer questions about you and your life will feel more complete and purposeful. but if you play, you have to post the game on your blog or else your toes will rot off and you will continue to have other such bad luck forever. Leave your name...
1. I'll respond with something random about you. 2. I'll tell you what song/movie reminds me of you. 3. I'll pick a flavor of jello to wrestle you in. 4. I'll say something that only makes sense to you and me. 5. I'll tell you my first memory of you. 6. I'll tell you what animal you remind me of. 7. I'll ask you something I've always wondered about you. 8. If you do this you MUST post this on yours. You MUST. It is written.
Unnamed Older Helen: There's no reason to pick your favorite Helen.
[The Helens continue to nod and then wave to the Camera]
Announcer: 30 Helens Agree. A Helen is a Helen.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Credit to Kids in the Hall/Broadway Video --------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I minute ago I was going to write a blog. Then something happend. I walked in my garage sat down on one of the stools. I placed the heals of my boots on 2 of the dowels that are on the stool. If you cant guess what occured then I will explain. My heals balancing on the dowels sliped and locked in to place behind the damn dowels and I lost my balance. (did i mention i was on the phone with Marias mom) Mid conversation about tupper ware I tiped over unable to remove my feet. I landed on my knees and now garage rashed palms. To embarressed I didnt mention it and never droped the phone . I continued talking about fucking tupper ware while trying to untangle my legs, now traped by the man eating stool. Of course I have no bruse and I think I ripped my calf muscle. I cant walk now. It hurts.
So now instead of a wonderful blog you get a sob story.
I will try to be more careful I tend to be a klutz