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The number one silent killer of American 20-somethings? Getting up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night not realizing your foot is asleep, then crumpling to the floor in a giant wrenched-ankle heap, hoping your skull doesn't smash against the coffee table. Today, at 3:54 AM, by the grace of Jeebus, I escaped death's icy clutches. Tomorrow is another day.

Generally Jessica Valenti and I tend to disagree on a lot of things (see a comment on another Feministing thread where she compares FGM to "designer vaginas" -- a similar comparison to the one that made me lose all interest in my Gender & Human Rights class a couple years ago), but I think she sums this one up right: People are assholes.

I mean, seriously. Jordin is not fat. She's certainly big, but she's big the way I'm big -- she's 5'10" and broad shouldered and kinda thick. Obese?? Not by a long shot. And to have that little twig of a blond woman say that Jordin's handlers are probably going to make her lose 40 pounds like that would be a GOOD thing makes me want to vomit. "I look at Jordin and I see diabetes, I see heart disease..." Christ, woman, you want to know what I see when I look at three-quarters of the girls in Hollywood? I see osteoporosis, I see drug addiction, I see bradycardia, I see amenorrhea, I see tooth decay. I see Mary Kate Olsen and Lindsay Lohan and Nicole Richie. Should they be "allowed" to win American Idol for the example they set?

Also, in the video clip they show pictures of LaKisha before they show pictures of Jordin. This pisses me off in a whole "They all look the same" kind of way -- seriously, the editors at Fox News can't tell apart the black girls on the show?

what's the deal with being double jointed? you can't possibly have joints that work in two different directions, can you? i mean, my left elbow can bend back weirdly, but i think that just means that my elbow is messed up, not that there's anything special about my joints.

also, you never hear people talk about being double jointed when you're a grown-up. as kids, everybody was so excited to show off all the weird things they could do. i guess that doesn't fly in polite company anymore. that's probably similar to the reason why people don't like it when i show off when i get really big bruises. i thought that chicks dig scars! oh well.

recipe for disaster:

take one part sinuses on fire and sneezing fits caused by extremely dry hot air in the apartment, cat dander, and dust.

add one part sticking my head up against the window screen wearing only a tank top and pajama pants to breathe in freezing cold air to clear my sinuses.

i'll have the flu by christmas.

fuck. i just popped my knee out and it really hurts. i continue to be a ridiculous specimen of a human being, as damian helpfully pointed out last night.

is anybody upset about how pork-barrel this energy bill is? oh well, i'll just have to revel in gay-marriage. until it gets overturned. *sigh*

*bounce* *bounce* *bounce*

i get to meet siobhan! we're going to go to banjara for dinner.

*bounce* *bounce* *bounce*

i get to go to banjara for dinner!

/bounce.

this makes my debilitating sinus infection all the more tolerable.

i'm not at work today. and no, i'm not sick again. segev accidentally kneed me in the back last night getting into bed, because he's a spaz. and i'm kinda hobbledy and in pain now. so i'm taking it easy.

there is a LOT of shitty television on during the day, i must say. good thing i have lots of dvds to watch and books to read.

woo hoo! asthma attack! haven't had one of these in about 5 years. which means, i haven't had an inhaler on hand for about 4 years. shoot. *cough* *gag* *wheeze*

tumby achey. toooooo much slurpee.

whistle was just lying on my leg, all cute. then, she suddenly mistook my leg for a scratching post -- she planted her claw in my knee and streeeeeeetched! OW OW OW OW OW!

and now i have a foot cramp. this sucks.

i think it is a function of my age that i am suddenly attracted to young billy idol because he reminds me of spike, not the other way around. hmm.