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Dear Biffle:

Okay, so I understand that you aren't psychic and don't know about our love of all things Tony/Greg, but is it necessary to go that into detail?

He's addicted to internet poker. Just moments before they'd been talking about how Tony Stewart is addicted to internet poker. Biffle then compounds it all by saying he and Tony get together in the motorhomes to play internet poker. More precisely, he said "I get together with Tony Stewart each week...and others". They also apparently took over Jimmy Elledge's motorhome recently. I now have REALLY BAD IMAGES.

Oh, Biffle is also tight. *headdesk* Let me say, when DW said that? I vomited a little. Then I immediately knew he meant 'tight-fisted with the money'. Whew. Biffle is so my adorable guy, because he's thrifty and dabbles in real estate.

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Dear Casey:

Not all fans are crazy and want you to sign used cloth diapers. Really. But let's face it - you just want to sign boobs. And I don't mean Hammond or DW.

(That was so cool that a woman wanted DW and Larry Mac to sign her head. Yes, head. She took off her wig and presented her head for signing and told them all the folks at the hospital would be jealous. *That* is definitely one way to find a bright side to chemo.)

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Well, so far no customers at mom's store. The crazy thunderstorms must have thrown them off.

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My aunt, bless her heart, sent me an email the other day because she wanted to hook me up with a guy at her work. He's 33, has two children, Puerto Rican, and works two jobs. Really nice guy. (Apparently his name is Orlando.) I hadn't responded yet, because it's hard with family. While I trust friends, family thinks they know what's best for you and choose based on their likes or dislikes, not necessarily yours. My aunt is better about thinking about me, though. (My grandmother is the worst and my mom fixates on a combination of what she wants for me and what she deems right for me - mom at least gets the personality mostly right.) My aunt tries to think of me first, which is nice, but she's got a limited pool of guys to choose from and a limited knowledge of men. Turns out in this case, Orlando was a bad choice as he wasn't exactly clear that he's still married. Granted, my aunt misunderstood because his wife has lived in Texas for two years and has a boyfriend, but they aren't legally separated. Which means in my aunt's eyes, he's off limits. (I'm with her - until there are divorce papers, ain't gonna happen.)

But I am vastly entertained by it.

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Store: straightened
Book #1: Read
Catalogs: labeled and stamped
Mail: Done
Messages: Checked
Email: Checked

I could pull out Vincent and my second book, or pull out Vincent and my writing disc...or I could pull out Vincent and do some updating on the work Fantasy Racing League website.

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Whacked ass dream of last night: The cast of Firefly as futuristic NASCAR drivers. Descendants of the current drivers. Adam Baldwin as a Stewart? Summer Glau as a Kahne? Nathan Fillion as a Gordon-Earnhardt (yes, in my dream the families did end up merged). Gina Torres as a Biffle. Jewel Staite as a Petty (and coveting Richard's hat). Laurence Fishburne even made an appearance as a Schrader. Ron Glass was a descendant of Boris Said. Morena Baccarin was a Sadler (and mocked for her attempts at a Virginny accent). (Alan Tudyk was a Jarrett, but for some reason he didn't talk much. Same with Sean Maher as a Johnson.)