Random Thoughts In My Head

• Am I the only one that expects Jason Kidd's voice to be deeper, and less like a Muppet's?

• Am I the only one that really just wants to e-mail this guy and ask (among many, many, other open-ended questions) how that's working out for him?

• Really, in the absence of being able to have sex with Sam Seaborn, who wouldn't want to have sex on Sam Seaborn's sheets?

• And furthermore, how awesome and Harry Potterianesqueish is the phrase "false terribles?"

• Am I wrong in imagining Rockwall's Jason Castro kind of wandering around aimlessly backstage at American Idol, people frantically looking for him, and then finding him and just basically tossing him on stage? Because seriously, he always just looks really surprised to be on stage, like he meant to turn left and go to the can, and ended up in the middle of a soundstage in Los Angeles in front of a crapton of people. (If so, don't worry, JC. I have that dream frequently. Only I'm wearing cleats, a tutu, knee pads and dancing with Donald Rumsfeld.)

Safe and courteous driver.

Although it really is too easy to make fun of Craig's List, it's something to do when one finds she's home, quaffing Nyquil, coughing and watching movies in a bid to rid herself of whatever pernicious distemper suddenly took over her mortal body. I may die. But then, to cheer me up, a friend-whose-name-rhymes-with-fisty, began sending me Craig's List ads, such as this one, the "safe and courteous driver." And of course this guy, who wants to make a baby. And this one, who wants you to completely alter your hair in a way most unbecoming for anyone not Bjork or a three year old for one date. There may be more later, after the Nyquil really gets me good and goofy. We all love a goofy Bethany.