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Can I touch you, are you out of touch
I guess I never noticed that much
Geranium lover, I'm live on your wire
Come and take me whoever you are
Inside angel, always upset
Keeps on forgettin' that we ever met
Can I bring you out in the light
My curiosity's got me tonight
She's a lot like you: the dangerous type
She's a lot like you: come on and hold me tight
"Dangerous Type" by the Cars

Just some random crap tonight. First and foremost, I bought a pack of Dentyne Fire in the NEW! HIP! package (?big question mark there) and I opened it to find that the Dentyne company has now decided to put random messages on the inside of the flaps. Mine reads: Making the bed: Not fun. Messing it up again: Fun. Well, (a), since when is Dentyne in the business of making gum a prophetic experience? and (b), is it me, or does that message seem a bit "randy" for a candy company to be printing? I am trying to rationalize what other, non-sexual, activity the writers might have been referring to. In all honesty, I cannot remember a time when I made the bed, then spontaneously jumped on it and roughed up my comforter and pillows just for the thrill of seeing it messy. It seems like something a mental patient would do. Is that their target market now?

Second, my landlord came by today to have me sign another year's lease, and not only did he raise my rent, but he added all sorts of suspicious clauses. One example: I am now required (doubt this is legal) to pay for any repairs done to my apartment that cost under a hundred dollars. I asked him about this, and he said that if I kick a door in (??!!! hello, hyperbole police) I would have to pay for it to get it repaired. I said, um, yes of course if I did purposeful damage I would have to pay for it, but what about if a tree falls on my door and it's less than a hundred dollars to fix it? He became avoidant and said it was in the lease to "protect" me, to state that I'm not obligated to pay for a new electrical system or some such thing. Okay, NOT THE POINT BUDDY, and hello, that's what state rental laws are for. Another weird clause states that my landlord can enter the premises at any time to inspect the apartment. This is particularly shady since in my last lease and every other lease I have ever had, it states the same thing, but stipulates that a 24-hour notice must be given unless it is an emergency. Why take out that last part, I wonder. Very creepy and weird. When I asked him about it, he said, Oh sure, I'll of course let you know that I'm coming, but of course, there have been times this year when I KNOW he's been in my apartment, doing God knows what, when I haven't been home. EEEwwww. He's going on vacation this week, so I suppose I should savor the last times I will be able to nap in my underwear.

I promised my friend Liz I will attempt to read Crime and Punishment this week so I'm trapped into that. I hope it is as interesting as she promises.

I went to see my grandparents today and my grandmother, while talking to me on the couch, spontaneously stopped and said, "You know, you're the only one on either side of your family that has green eyes." And I said, yeah I know. But then she pressed the issue. "Everyone has either blue or brown. Blue or brown. That's it." and I said yeah Gramma I know. Then she said, very mischievously, "Hmmm I wonder how THAT happened!" which kind of took me aback and made me obsess about it for a minute. I know I'm not the mailman's kid, because I have my father's skin and hair color, plus his mother's boobs, butt, and super high good cholesterol levels(a genetic bonus there: bring on the bacon, baby!)... maybe I am the mailwoman's kid! Anyhow, my grandfather likes my new {temporary, please God} haircolor: he's the ONLY one, but it still makes me feel better. Grandparents are awesome.

Lastly, I've finally found something to drink at the Moan and Dove brew bar: Original Sin hard cider. Tasty! One drawback: it takes too long to suck down, so if I ever have to truly drown my sorrows, I will have to get a catheter inserted.