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About Me

We are Sara and Jim. We worked together at a place called SESDAC that you wish only existed in your nightmares. We also had classes together. We're both brilliantly smart and you'd never even guess that. We're also really funny which astounds most people. We like to be nice, we like to be mean, we like to talk about randomness, we both speak Indian languages, make homemade pizzas, and love iTunes. We both have degrees and jobs. Neither of us are losers but we live in loser-ville. We are racist to each other to show our deep and profound love and appreciation for each other. Someday we'll write a tell-all expose book that will shock and astonish and amaze people. Someday we'll also be rich and Jim will live in Sara's basement. Jim is now BFF's with Sara and her Dweemo husband, Nolan. We are here to pump. You. UP.

Saturday, December 20, 2008

State of the Union

Watching Tracy Ullman's State of the Union right now after we've fried our brains on holiday music and holiday movies (today was White Christmas, Holiday Inn, The Grinch, It's a Wonderful Life). We also made 4 different kinds of holiday cookies today. Nolan's pretty close to suicide from all the holiday joy we've been indulging in. This is pretty hilarious- I don't know how I didn't know that it existed until I got Netflix.

Side note ***GET NETFLIX JIMBO*** MERRY EFFING CHRISTMAS DUUUUUDE.

So, it's blizzarding here again. My car got stuck in the snow and high centered, not once, but three times in less than 24 hours. I would rather move to some country in the Bahamas and risk giving my baby some sort of tropical plague like fever illness than continue to live through this nonsense. How do people live in Alaska? Honestly, how? Because I really hate the fact that 90% of the time I DONT WANT TO GO OUTSIDE so therefore 80% of the time I DONT. Maybe some of these feelings of never wanting to leave my house have to do with being pregnant but I'm going to unceremoniously blame it on the weather.

I mean, I KNOW I can get all decked out in bunting, fly material, parachute pants, and boots that weigh 50 lbs that get covered in snow and then weigh 50 more pounds. But isn't that a lot of effort just to be able to get into my car? I spend enough of my life on my appearance as it is, do I really need to take another hour putting on a space suit? Ugh.

So Chrysler and GM and Ford all closed down for at least a month each. This is sad. As a poor American, I feel for those people who are basically wageless for at least a month (dont give me that they are getting moola from unemployment and their companies- you have to jump through rings of fire breathing komodo dragons and rattlesnakes to get any sort of aid right now in America). How did this happen? That's what I really want to know because honestly, I've done a ton of reading on the subject and I still don't understand- how is it that the auto industry just suddenly realized that they need hundreds of billions of dollars to rectify their financial woes? This is NOT something just sort of pops up on you out of nowhere. My thinking on this subject also applies to our financial institutions- how many years have you stupid screwballs been secretly operating in the red whilst charging people outlandish fees and fines and interest rates? I just don't get it and I really want to.

The whole topic just makes me want to go to sleep and wake up with dengue fever.

Ok, maybe not.

Back to State of the Union and my latest piece of brain garbage "The Other Boleyn Girl".

Because I'm deep like that.

Peace out yo-

Chatterbox Sara

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