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Am alive. Barely. I blame the barely on the horror of sleeping late. (Yes, I said the horror of sleeping late. Getting up at 10 am means going to bed at midnight, and I can't do six hours of sleep on a work day. I'm a wuss. An old wuss.)

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Resolutions

1. In 2006 I will track my spending and spend more wisely (so I can pay off debt and buy things I want to buy that are high dollar items).

2. In 2006 I will get down to 125 (through exercise and drinking less Coke - just ignore the Coke sitting on my desk right now, I'm tired).

3. In 2006 I will write more and stop being just a dreamer. (This from watching Rudy.)

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DVDs Watched This Weekend

1. Battlestar Galactica Season Two (finally saw the second half, thanks to hunting down the DVDs)
2. While You Were Sleeping (oh yeah, baby!)
3. Independence Day (yes, weekend o' Bill Pullman)
4. Rudy (just the end)
5. Madagascar (just portions that were Penguin relevant)

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Why I Love Panthers Football

Our quarterback looks 12 and clamps his tongue between his lips when he throws. (He also blushes when talking about having his pants rip in a game and having his ass hanging out for the world to see.)



Our go-to clutch guy that isn't Steve Smith is 37. Yeah, you read that right - 37. Old guys rule! (In terms of older than the other players.) And they make evening gloves cool for football.



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NASCAR

Tried to write NASCAR slash this weekend, but alas, all I did was start and yell at Chandra and Jimmie and some angsty bit. Not the funny that I intended of Jimmie and Biffle attempting to get revenge. (Well, Biffle get revenge. Jimmie just wants to teach Kevin a lesson about expressing feelings.)

I did, however, do something nuts. I was in Wal-Mart, in the toy section, and found these NASCAR figurines. So funny. Yes, I bought the Kevin and the Jimmie. I almost bought the Tony, but there wasn't a Biffle to go with him. I like my pairs to match up (like my height appropriate Kevin and Jimmie bobbleheads). These figurines have their arms raised in triumph, look nothing like Kevin and Jimmie, but do have the correct eyebrows. Yep, the Jimmie has massive eyebrows, and the Kevin has neat ones. Hee!

A sign that I miss NASCAR - the Subway commercial was seen yesterday, and I actually got excited. No yelling about "fire in his pants". Just yells of "My Biff!".

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Dear phones,

Jeez Louise! Stop ringing already! (The reason I hate time off after Christmas - the inevitable rush to catch back up the week after New Year's.)

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I am only mildy insane. My resolution to track spending and spend money on more prudent things? Yeah. So I turned around and joined the Kevin Harvick Fan Club. *headdesk*

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Johnson and Biffle are talking and bumbling. I have hope that we'll get a story out of it today.

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Lunch was to be a sub from Subway. I got a half a block down before the wind tried to send my skirt over my head, so Vietnamese became the order of the day.

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Hives suck.

*scratches*

Also, trying to remember the name of the doctor you've been to exactly twice sucks. Why should I need a referral when I know perfectly well that I'm allergic to things? *grumble* Just let me do the allergy test!

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Also, someone please explain to my dreams that 1) they shouldn't exhaust me to the point that getting up in the morning involves two Cokes and 6 hours to gain consciousness and 2) they shouldn't involve me telling Jamie Mac that I'm surprised Ellyut isn't speaking in deer grunts since he's been in the woods so long, all while hiding from the people trying to matchmake me with...someone (I can't remember who the person was I was being matchmade with).

NASCAR Slash - The Beginnings

The Young Guns website has been revamped and includes commercials!!!!!

Which means, if you go to View Commercials, you can see the Gillette Mach 3 commercial that made me start with the Harvick/Johnson.

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Jimmie and Biffle ran into a roadblock named Jamie McMurray. Who decided to learn how to hunt. Dang you bubblesbrnaid! *g* Now it hits. LOL

On the plus side, Jamie learning to hunt is not angsty.

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Dear construction guys:

I'm trying to write. Stop distracting me with the two hot guys. Really. I know they're tall and well built and have incredibly beautiful arms (you know, the kind that are muscled from manual labor, not from a gym?) and they're tan, and they have on the t-shirts that are worn and just a smidge too small, which makes the arms more pronounced and...

*lusts*

Why am I wanting the pretty men to go away? Oh yeah. Writing.

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Title: Shoot Em Up Style
Fandom: NASCAR
Word Count: 568

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( Shoot Em Up Style )