I just read back through my last three weeks of posts here. Holy crap is that a pathetic, depressing stack of mass whininess.  I mean sure, I don’t feel great, and yeah I’m definitely going to need to talk it out, but wow, I can’t believe any of you are still even reading this.  So here are something that I have enjoyed recently:

Last night I came home from work and was checking that bitch, Facebook (got my url: http://www.facebook.com/crackerjackheart) and there was this gem from the Judge:

Status: The Judge has a CMA sunburn
(The Judge likes this!)
Comment from The Judge: “me too!”

I don’t know if you have to know him for this to be funny or not, but the whole thing together made me bellylaugh in a way I haven’t in a while.

And the result of a conversation making a reference to a line the Cory song “The Walkaround,” Libelle sent me the following email:

> From: [[LIBELLE]]
> Subject: RE: FRIDAY!!
> To: [[crackerjackheart]]
> Date: Friday, June 12, 2009, 1:48 PM

> Funny story.  The golden unicorn came by to deliver the magic flowers, and I was all, “Golden Unicorn!  Can I keep you?” and he was like, “Well, do you have cake?” and I was like, “I can get cake!” and he was like, “Sure.” And then I was like, “I will call you Rainbows!” and he was like, “My name is Frank.”

> Well, I refused to call him Frank, and he refused to answer to Rainbows, and since we didn’t have cake, he ate the magic flowers and left.

> My bad?

You can see from this how all Libelle’s bad decisions result in my unhappiness. It’s a wonder I am friends with her.  Especially after a series of texts with her yesterday (and, strangely enough, these texts were entirely unrelated to the above email convo):

me: The Kitchen is so clean!
Libelle: It was unicorns! You can tell because of all the glitter they left behind.
me: Hmmm.  I don’t know how sanitary unicons really are.  I’ve heard stories.
Libelle: Stories about dirty dragon ****ing?
me: Dragons AND dolphins.
Libelle: They are the whores of the mythical world. How they got a reputation for innocence I’ll never know.

And the recent post on Got Medieval on misericords for some reason just tickled me.  (Also see the post about Ariana Huffington and then just read the whole damn site.)