Today is...

100th post day. I really didn't want to come out and say "OMG, I'M AMAZING!!!!!" even though I obviously am. I also didn't want to do a clips show, because... well... I was checking it out, and... a lot of my early posts... really, I was... let's just say I was finding my voice. (But... I do want to link to the Ocelot post, which went up on Thanksgiving, and didn't get the recognition it deserved. That shit's funny, kids!)

Instead, I'm going to tell you about all the things that I didn't do that I almost did. These are the blogs that weren't.

1) I didn't adopt a pet.

adopt your own virtual pet!

I almost adopted this pet. I was going to, I already loved him, but I knew that I really just wanted to be able to jet off to Paris, or go out for drinks with friends after work, and not worry about my poor neglected llama at home. And llamas are a lot of work. So I didn't do it.

Besides, Liz's Squiggles the hedgehog will keep me entertained with none of the responsibility.

If you can guess why I named him Shel, you'll win a prize. Probably lipgloss.

2) Pretty much anything anyone I know has told me and then said, "Put that in your blog!"... My response to that is... get your own blog, put that in it, and then give me the link. I won't read it, though, because your blog ideas are BORING.

3) The day that the girl that I carpool and work with and I wore the exact same outfit to work. About 2 weeks ago, we both wore knee high black boots, black three quarter length sweathers (hers was cowl neck, mine was crew) and gaucho pants. Of basically the same color. Hers were more formal pink with white pinstripe ones, and mine were red flow-y ones. We even both had our hair in high pony tails. I walked into her apartment and almost ran back upstairs to change.

But we looked too hot. So there was no changing.

4) My theory that Iron Chef (the original, crazy Japanese version) is rigged. It's not so much a theory as the truth. Those Iron Chefs almost NEVER lost! Especially if it was an "important" match. I really think that someone could write a doctoral thesis on the subject, how the Japanese psyche plays a part in this. But (shameless plug ahead) my old college roommate just started a blog, and she did write about Iron Chef American, so it's close. Go read it.

I also haven't talked about how I could watch the food network for hours. It's addictive. Like crack, but... more legal, and the dealers are (debatably) less sketchy.

5) How cold it's getting here, and how much I hate winter, wind, rain, snow, people who can't drive for shit, and wearing clothes that are not skirts. But I'm sure I'll get to that soon.


But that's enough from me. I want to not alienate all my readers, so I can post another 100 times. And I promise not to brag about myself again... for at least a week.