* Dreamgirls made me dance in my movie seat, as well as renew my love of glitter, wigs, and peacock plume eyeshadow effects. It then made me think I could actually be a Dreamgirl, which made me sing about it all night with my girl pals. If only we could, together, harness our musical genius.
* I called Sara's house last night and the phone growled at me like a furious canine. Thinking this was the new outgoing message she and Max conjured up, I stayed on the line, only to realize that the phone line may have acutally been a portal to the underworld. When I called again, I got their regular machine message...
* Jane Eyre has taken an unexpected turn for the better! Mr. Rochester is my new favorite literary figure. Tori + Mr. R = love.
* Last night, during an emergency trip to the grocery store at 1am, I was distracted by handsoap and spent a good 15 minutes trying to choose the one with the least amount of smell. I hate flowery-smelling hands. After removing the cap to one bottle and leaning in to smell and scrutinize it, I got the goo all over my face. While frantically trying to get it off, I merely created long, droopy, slimy strings everywhere. Brandon (and the night stock crew) found this very amusing.
*At work we are trying to find an entertaining "personality host" for an upcoming event; at the top of the list is Richard Dean Anderson, AKA MacGyver. I have spent a good portion of my morning researching him online and trying to find his contact information.
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Tori + Mr. R = love
liz + macgyver = love
that man can do anything.
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