When I finished a "medium" Sudoku that probably took me way too long to complete, I wanted to jump up onto my desk and prance around a bit, singing, Queen's We Are The Champions --- except I pictured myself in a leotard with pink leg warmers and a bandana, for some reason, and when I got to the part where they go:

We are the champions...
No time for losers
'Cause we are the champions
Of the world

I'd point to the people I didn't like at work 'cause, for some reason, they'd all be gathered around my desk like at a concert or something (not because they wanted to know who the crazy person singing wildly off-key was). And then I'd melodramatically pump my fist in the air when I got to the part that goes "'Cause we are the champions" (deep breath) "...of the world!"

But I didn't.

For one thing, I can't sing. I'm like on the level of William Hung and I have the good sense to know that the world around me isn't exactly deaf.



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A part of me is beginning to suspect that I'm so anti dating that maybe I really do want to be single for the rest of my life.

Haven't been on a date since May.

And you know what I told a guy last night?

"Um, I'm gonna go now, 'cause..." (and I really couldn't think of an excuse, so I told the truth) "...I want to watch TV."

I mean, c'mon. Gilmore Girls was on!

I loved, loved, loved Lane's hilarious take on just how bad sex is. I mean, where else but on Gilmore Girls would you get a full on rant about how sex isn't all that it's hyped up to be? That it's not like it is on TV, where a man basically just gets on top of a woman and she instantly starts moaning like all it takes is to have the weight of a man's body on top of you to achieve orgasm.