so much to say
because there's just too much excitement in my life these days, here's a pretty list:

my car is apparantly officially a sucker. she has never ever hit anything herself (yet), but she has been hit by other evil cars far too many times. last night, some idiot (in a bright blue BMW much less) decided we weren't rolling fast enough in traffic. poor Little Car. it's okay, shhhh. i promise i'll get you those new tires soon to make you feel better. maybe i'll even clean all that extra stuff out of the trunk.

i had forgotten how much i love baseball. last night, america's finest baseball team kicked some rockie ass and came back to win in the ninth. looks like our usual distant last place in the NL west won't be quite as distant.

i like my pitchers inconsistent. with their socks on the outside. looks like i've found a new young buck to replace matt clement's pity spot in my heart. it also helps if they try really hard to act badass. like with badass facial hair. and badass "at-bat" songs.

when i found out today that my favorite girl at the coffeeshop is six weeks pregnant, and she said "i can't believe i haven't told you," for a split second, i really couldn't believe it either! because, high on the list of people you announce your pregnancy to (presumably right after immediate family) are strangers who come into your coffeeshop. strangers who might not even know your name. but damn it, she always gets my drink right. congratulations, favorite-girl-at-coffeeshop.

there's no better feeling of accomplishment than making up an excuse to postpone a meeting when really, you just want to enjoy your latte while it's hot.

tonight, i'm going to the aveda store with my always-beautiful and never-tackily-made-up lovely friend sarah. we're going to get to work on the great Making Julia Look Bridal Project of 2003. it's in full swing, if you haven't noticed. i'm growing out my hair for the vah-deeng, for crying out loud. (note to self, every sentence with "vah-deeng" in it will henceforth end with "for crying out loud.")

that's pretty much it. i wish my life were as organized as these bulleted blog posts. sorry about the lack of commenting though. send me an email. and i'll post your comments. in bulleted lists.