So Josie came to visit me this weekend. It was pretty crazy as you might expect from the two of us. You know, anarchy and blind destruction. The usual. Actually it was a lot of walking around DC, having dinner with her dad (thanks Mr. Witte!!), all topped off with me watching The Grudge and Josie doing anything she could to avoid looking at the screen. It wasn't even that scary. She's weak. I kid, I kid!

Now that I think about it, the best part was trying to make brownies without using the 4 month old eggs in my fridge, so she just used oil and water. And HALF the brownie mix. Do I need to say it wasn't good? And do I need to say we still ate it? No, I don't think I do. (side note-while making the brownies, Tommy Boy was on in the background and as I was reciting most of the lines, yes out loud, Josie simultaneously breathed in the brownie powder and started laughing which caused a choking fit that lasted for eons. Tommy want wingy-nyah, nyah).

I also have plans for a blog in the coming month that will serve as a tribute to the 1-year anniversary of the 10K Anne-Marie ran and Josie and I, air quotes, ran. If you haven't heard the story yet, it's one of my better ones. And if you have heard it, stop laughing now.

AM-love the newest entry. Don't take any crap off of some stupid cliff

Two days in a row! It's like a blogging miracle. Although I fear I'm in danger of becoming so overexposed that I wear out my welcome, much like ABC a few years ago when Who Wants to be a Millionaire was on every freaking night. But I'm sure if that happens I'll just stage a LOST-like comeback and be on top again. I'll just have to find the Locke to my Jack (what? I'm totally Jack, without the medical skills).

I've decided to record two of the better lines I've uttered recently. The first was when Shannon and I were browsing in Pier 1 at various international (read: made in Taiwan) goods and I started going on and on about candles or some such nonsense and then stopped myself and said "when did I turn into a gay man?" And I don't mean that in a disparaging way. Seriously, I sounded like I was on Queer Eye.

The other one was yesterday when something made me chuckle and all of a sudden I heard what I sounded like and said "why do I laugh like a hyena?" It's sad because it's true.

All of this reminds me of another great line from my friend Kate who uttered the term "drumping" to denote dry humping. The best part was she said it IN CLASS without breaking a smile. Granted it was a women's reproductive rights class but still... Another gem was "in my mind, I look hot." That's a keeper.

Wow, less than 24 hours and I've already broken the picture rule. I have no will power. This is me and my bestest pals in Vegas. Too late guys, the one on the right is already married!

So for anyone who has sent me an email about not updating my blog (I'm looking in your direction Shannon), this is what you get. Nothing interesting about me but rather good memories about my true love, TV.

I'm warning you, I'm about to turn all Chris Farley in that SNL sketch "The Chris Farley Show"--Remember that time you.... that was awesome.

I saw an old episode of The Cosby Show where Denise tells her parents she's not going back to college. After some jokes and a somewhat emotional plea for understanding from Denise, her mom sympathetically asks why she waited three months to tell them she wasn't going back instead of searching for a job. Looking completely aghast, Denise says "Mom, it was my summer vacation!" Good times.

In an attempt to make this thing more interesting, I'm going to try to upload a picture of my very adorable but not very bright nephew dog. You may ask, why not a picture of you or your family? It's a long story (AM & Josie-think of the Face Book) but basically my mom's paranoid that some psychopath will see a picture of a member of our family and become so enamored of him/her/us that they think "I should kidnap them." Hence no personal pictures yet. But if I find one where I think I look cute, it's going up.

And if you don't see a picture, I couldn't figure out how to do it.


P.S.-don't kidnap this dog. Seriously, it's for your sake, not his. He's got such terrible separation anxiety that he'll never leave your side.

Courtney Love admits to using drugs. Really MSN? Is that really news? Isn't that sort of like me admitting to breathing? I never come out and give a play-by-play of each breath but from casual observation you can just draw your own conclusion. And so it is with Courtney.

Mind you, this is in no way a condemnation of her antics or addiction. I like seeing my celebrities get crazier and crazier as time goes on. Mariah's breakdown is what made me finally like her a little bit. It's just hard to dislike someone who has monumentally lost it in front of the entire world. Call me crazy...

It's not a dissertation on Gaza or anything but it's all I've got for right now.

Oh yeah, I just remembered, I do have something mildly intellectual. I was sort of watching Meet the Press yesterday and this line caught my ear from a former CIA, air quotes, specialist on the Middle East (and I quote)--"women's social rights are not critical to the evolution of democracy." I know, I know, what about context? I went to msnbc and read the transcripts and it's definitely not any better.

Anne-Marie, your thought? Let it out.

How hot can it get on the 8th floor? After a weekend's worth of no air-conditioning and 98 degree temperatures (and not of the boy band variety)? So hot that it feels like your face is slowly melting away only you're happy because that's one less part of your body that will sweat.

So yes, I arrived at work this morning (on time of course) to discover that our air conditioning was not working. It was like walking into a sauna with your winter coat on. As Emma would say, it was BLAZING. Luckily we were sent home but not before I discovered how smelly 25 people in a hot conference room can be.

Unfortunately that's the most exciting thing that's happened in the last few days so we've reached the end of this post. Until next time...

P.S.-AM, we're going to have to talk about that whole TP thing??!

That's right, I stole that title right from Reno 911. And I'm proud of it! I never promised you originality.

And not to come off as hostile but I don't blog on command so there probably won't be any posts from me until the mood (or some ridiculous situation) strikes me. I should probably also add that the only reason I have this blog is so I could post on my good pal Anne-Marie's website. So it was kind of a forced blog. Damnit AM, no means no! (don't feel too bad for her-she's spending a year in Greece and I'm sweating in out in D.C.)

Ok, I've exhausted my brain for now.