I heard the greatest phrase the other night. When someone asks you how you are, whether you mean it or (even better; sarcastically), say back to them, "I'm looking down on creation."
It's classic.
And no, I'm not explaining it to you chowder-heads who don't get the reference. Do a Google search and then hang your heads in shame for not getting it!
Speaking of bulemia, this reminds me of a story about her, but I'll wait until tomorrow to tell it. Ah, screw it, I'll tell it now.
One night we were coming back from the beach. We stopped off at Jim Henson's Family Video (not THAT Jim Henson) and I was looking around. There was an "adult" section and of course I wanted to go in. This wasn't like porno adult, but more like horror film adult. Anyway, I saw the video box for CREEEPSHOW and it defnitely creeped me out.
I mention this because it might have had an influence on what happened. Later, in the car at a gas station, while waiting for my father to fill the tank, we heard a Karen Carpenter song come on. I believe it was "Solitaire," but I'm not positive. Perhaps because of my video experience I told me mom, "It sounds like she's singing from beyond the grave."
Just at that moment the announcer came on to say that they had been playing all Karen Carpenter songs because she had died JUST THAT DAY.
Creepy, huh?
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