additionally, whenever i see latifah, i pine for her ill-fated talk show, with its unforgettable 800 number, 1-800-LA-TI-FAH. for real. she gets all the breaks, you know. perfect seven letter name and all. what would my toll free number be? probably some 866 nonsense. i often lie awake at nights pondering this. oh, and planning sim city after sim city.

on the age tip, i have been feeling it these days. not that i'm looking it or anything. i think it may be the company i keep, but i could be wrong. it could be the three (count them, three) hours of sleep i had between saturday morning and monday afternoon. seems that the 24 hour party lifestyle has repercussions. who knew?

when i was a senior in high school, i had this one teacher. honestly, i can't even remember the subject, but what i do remember is that she didn't like me very much. probably, because i was mouthy. anyway, after some sort of clash in class, i was discussing the situation with my mom, whose response was, "what's her problem? she going through 'the change'?" every day in every way, i am my mother's child.