Dear Victoria's Secret,

What's the point of sending me a catalog announcing your great swimwear sale when you know that everything in my size is sold out? If you already have my new address then you must also know what size I order. If it's sold out, don't taunt me. (And no, it isn't an XL, thanks for asking). Also, why even bother selling something that is backordered until the end of August? I mean, come on.....

Love,
JB

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What is it about certain people's voices that just put me to sleep? It doesn't matter what they're saying, or how interesting the topic is.....10 minutes into their speech/lecture/whatever, I am asleep. Case in point, Mr. Nash, my High School Calc teacher. Now, this may have had something to do with the fact that class started at 7:25 in the morning....who knows. But, 10 minutes into class I was sound asleep, only to awaken 30-40 minutes later and dig into my lunch (usually cold leftovers from some restaurant. I can't tell you how many strange looks I got chawing on cold veal marsala at 8:00 in the morning...). Amy Boyers, my abnormal psych professor from undergrad also had this affect on me. Good thing she taught straight from the book. Most currently, the Florida Facts man from the BarBri contracts lecture is the culprit. He's more effective than 10 mg of Valium when it comes to sedation. (Though his half life is much shorter--as soon as he finishes speaking, I seem to perk right up). Anyway, this is somewhat of a problem, seeing as though I actually care about learning this material. At least until July 27th, anyhow. Good thing we got a new coffee maker this weekend.

Hi, you've reached JB. I can't come to the phone right now...

After I moved, I got a new phone number in my new local area code. I haven't given it out to anyone-- I just couldn't stand not giving money to my local phone company every month. But now, when the phone rings, I don't answer it. I don't even look to see who's calling, because I know that it couldn't possibly be anyone I know. (Plus, no one ever leaves a message). In reality, I think I got the local phone number so that I could buzz people in at our guard gate, but the gate has been broken for quite some time now, so not only do I have a phone number that I don't use, but I also have a gate opener that is useless. Anyway....

Apparently, Alberto is coming to visit the West Central Florida area. I hope he decides not to be too much of a little bitch, because I have 2nd row tickets to see the Sumo wrestlers battle it out in their diapers tomorrow night.

Oh yeah-- for those of you who live in Miami-- might want to keep a close eye on the Gables Diner. Looks like they've cleaned up their act since, but 19 critical violations as of 11/17 is a little scary.