It is 11am here in Philadelphia and Britney Spears has been "5150ed" for close to12 hours...and I am JUST NOW finding out about it. Seriously, this no-Blackberry thing is awful. I'm living like an animal.
Ok, onto how I personally channel Britney: Last night I went out for a couple of beers with Amber and then, on the way home, remembered that I needed to pick up prescriptions at Rite Aid. I selected some Listerine and a box of S'mores pop tarts, made my way back to the prescriptions counter and asked Lorna, the perky pharmacist trainee, to give me my goddamn pills (Kidding! I didn't say goddamn!). Anyway, when I started to have a wee bit of trouble with the electronic signature machine-- just a tiny bit of trouble, I pressed a few wrong buttons and got confused-- Lorna smirked at me and said, "Oh, Meghan, you should know how to work that machine by now! You're certainly here enough!" ...at which point the little old lady behind me in line, already freaked out by the Listerine/ pop tart combo, actually backed away from me, terrified I was going to knock her down in the parking lot for her Lipitor or whatever. Thanks, Lorna. Whore.
Veronica put up a new haiku in the comments section-- please check it out. It concerns the vagina dentata, and it is very current, very now. Please keep sending them!
xo
Meghan
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4 days off?? Get cracking.
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