How does an asshole like Bob get such a great kitchen?

Check out today's post from Alex. It is what spurred my desire to write the following. That and boredom, my usual instigator. He's inspirational that Alex...a bit like Jesus, but w/out the beard or fondness for swaddling clothes. I just find him so f*cking hilarious (am I blog stalking?)

And now I've lost the urge to write whatever I was going to write...I left my computer for too long (5 minutes). It was going to be some reflection on high school, or newsletters, or Christians, something really gay most likely. Nothing sentimental, I wasn't going to post a forward that lists all the things that are great about friends then have you scroll down to find an angel created out of binary numbers. Nope, wouldn't do that. And my coworker just asked me to hold (not watch, literally hold in my arms) her baby while she went into a meeting and I responded like a bratty 15 year old "Well, I can't really do any work if I'm holding a baby"...and then I think I huffed, as to say "you idiot" or "duh". And another coworker jumps in with "You can hold her with one hand" and I snap back with "Not if you don't like holding babies, I can't even hold it with two hands" and now as I type this I realize that I just called the baby an "it" and I do that often b/c frankly they're all "its" until you don't need a pink or blue jumper to be able to tell what if it's a girl or a boy. I'm going to put mine in yellow, confuse the hell out of everyone.

What the hell is froogle? Just randomly found it at the top of the page when I went to google something.

In going back to thinking of high school (my intial reason for even writing anything) I went to classmates.com but you have to register and even though I have all this free time I'm too lazy to do it. I hear all the gossip I need through the grapevine, benefits of having gone to a small school. But I want to know what that random person who sat behind me in English is up to...whose name I don't know but mabye if I just looked around a bit I would find it. There would be absolutely no point to it, I wouldn't contact him/her, no one would care if I told them b/c they don't know him/her, but at least I could say to myself "Hmm, well there you go."
R.