what would the world be like if we quit trying to diet and just started having a lot of sex? if we followed the great american sex diet, i bet everyone would be a lot happier.

my house is dealing with huntsville's stinky water...

i'm going to birmingham for a couple days. i hope i don't run into W.

finally scanned a few photos from europe.

last night i attended a visitation for my great uncle's wife. the only other visitations i've ever attended were for my grandparents, and it stayed pretty quiet. last night, you could have mistaken everything for a large family reunion without the picnic tables... i didn't talk to anyone about my great aunt. i think that's kind of backward.

tonight i went to see the movie "moulin rouge." i really liked it. (despite the fact that the theatre was uncomfortably warm and i got a little dizzy during one musical number) ewan mcgregor's voice is amazing and nicole kidman's is equally pretty decent -- much to my surprise. i loved all the music -- a bunch of 80s/90s songs, how clever! and the story reminded me exactly of "shakespeare in love." it was pretty to look at too, on screen -- the colors and images. and the scenes of paris (have i mentioned that i'm in love with paris now, since my trip??) were so beautiful.

"graffiti, at back of bus, carved into the wall in menacing all-caps: SATIN RULES. and for a brief moment i doubted the validity of my cotton/lycra wrap top." |via: strange brew|

i found this site in an email newsletter i receive: get linked. it's a neat site full of basic info about the internet -- how it got started, how some terms were coined, praise for what it's done for people, etc...

finally -- days one through seven! now steve can get off my back for a little while! ;) for your reading (and a lo-ooootttt of it) pleasure. up and running on a super non-exciting, no graphics, blogger provided template page: europe 2001

i'm furiously trying to type out my journal from the trip just so my brother can have something to reference/identify his photos by. i'm almost done -- on day six (of ten). i think it's even more exhausting typing it out and having to relive it all so close to it's actual occurance.

the problem with going on a psycho-whirlwind holiday of three countries in ten days is that you need a vacation when you get back (i guess it works out that i'm unemployed anyway). i've yet to conquer my jet lag... combined with the fact that i got sick on like the second day there, i'm still fighting whatever illness it is that i have and am running on zero energy. i was ready for bed at nine, and if i didn't feel like i've got other stuff to do (like laundry), i'd probably be tucked in my cozy bed about now.

"thought for the day: women are not supposed to snore, burp, sweat or pass gas. therefore, we must bitch or we will blow up."

i'm back, and oh my god am i tired... when i'm feeling up to it, somewhere i'll add my journal from the trip, although it's not all that exciting, unless you're interested in knowing what we did for 10 days...