Cheerier Morning News

Despite the loss of Air America (why? why? why?), Sirius has again been rocking my world with the addition of Radio 1. Now geeksmack Anglophiles like myself can listen to the station that brought the world John Peel. Life is good.

I should mention that all weekend was some sort of Ibiza fest, yet I could not turn off the crappy Ibiza anthem shows. Because I love British people that much. (Okay, and also because "Music Sounds Better With You" is not a bad song. Stop laughing.)

Also, it is blowing my mind that I am listening to the same radio station as, say, Gail, yet we're seperated by an ocean. No one else seems as amazed as this by me.

If You See the Driver of This Car, Please Kick His Ass

Okay, who the hell gets a vanity plate reading "GRENDEL"? Who? The guy who passed me at the on ramp to 35 this morning, that's who. That pissed me off, but then thinking about it, the "Ooh, look at me and my Middle English public wankfest" just chapped my hide a little bit more, to the point that I felt I really had to pass this guy.

Um, road rage much?

My plan failed, due to 35's construction spots (you'd think I would know where these spots are by now, but no) and the whole time, seething to myself about the outright dorkiness of this, I started thinking, you know, if you're going to get a vanity plate reading "GRENDEL," you're just asking to be fucked with. I'm sorry, you just are. However, when I get "BELLJAR," perhaps people will just leave me alone.

Beach Bitch

Dear Dr. Agatston:

Okay, so I've been on the Beach for a week now. Listen, I realize you've tried to make this as easy as possible, and I can't really complain. Wednesday's cookie? A weak moment. Saturday's bridal shower? Hey, it was homemade Thai food, and it was really good. But Sunday? Oh, Sunday...another cookie. And today, well, all hell's broken loose.

So here's my idea: Could we work cookies into the plan? If I knew I could have one every day, maybe I'd stop the madness that's happening as I type this (it's been all downhill from our staff meeting).

I know that gets in the way of your whole "good carbs" schtick, but this girl needs her cookies.