I just picked up my new glasses.

I heart them.  This frame, in a somewhat lighter shade.

And I can see everything.

Girls can be really nasty to each other.  In creepily subtle ways.  Ick.

Back in my early twenties I never called anyone a bitch, I made a concerted effort not to because, fresh out of women's studies classes, I truly felt that every time I said it, I set feminism back a tiny tiny bit.  It was too easy, I felt; there were better ways to express how I was feeling than to degrade another woman like that.  And I still think I was right.  But I'm ten years older now and far less patient, and some people are just bitches.

Why can't we just be freaking nice to each other? 

Courtesy of last night's American Idol humiliation fest, a phrase which can be used for a lot of things, including any bad karaoke performance: Bohemian Crapsody.

dumdedum I've been waiting so long dumdedum to be where I'm goin' dum in the SUNshine of your LOoooooooove...

Ice Queen.  Me.  We don't really look alike, but if we told someone we were sisters (OK, not twins) they probably wouldn't argue. But it's mostly that we think the same way about things.  We were both theatre majors.  We wrote about dreams on the same day.  Wacky.

IQ told stories about work - I have lots too.  The most special one, though, is the time I had to quit a job because the owner of the company was so racist I wanted to die.  I was morally opposed to working for her.

I could make a list though.  If I'm in a bad mood, please do not bring up cream soda.