Happy HOLLAween.
Word.

Today is a bad day to be on Atkins. I feel surrounded by doughnuts and candy. But if I start inhaling sugar now, I will be flying around the newsroom in no time (which would be funny since I'm wearing purple sparkly kitty ears today) and I will crash by the evening, which is a bad idea since Bone and I have to trick-or-drink it up tonight in Manhattan. We have no real plans, but again I will stick with my theory that no plan is a good plan, because Bone and I always end up getting ourselves into some kind of worthwhile trouble.
So yeah, I will go eat my Atkins bar now and thank myself later. Right.
Weekend predictions: Martinis, sugar highs, butterfly wings, a Stamford party, a long overdue boy and some car wax if Otto's lucky.

Oh! New VEGA$ pictures here. Enjoy.

Ahh, such is the life of a reality TV star (narcissistic)/copy editor (obsessive-compulsive).
It makes perfect sense.
Oh well, at least I'm not really too nuts.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid:	Low
Schizoid:	Low
Schizotypal:	Low
Antisocial:	Low
Borderline:	Low
Histrionic:	Low
Narcissistic:	Moderate
Avoidant:	Low
Dependent:	Low
Obsessive-Compulsive:	High
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It's Tom Jones week on "Good Morning America." That makes waking up infinitely brighter.
You're a Sex Bomb.
Enough said.

So now they're delaying the new episodes of "Date Patrol" until January 2004. Guess I'll have to wait even longer to be a TV star. It's OK, I will enjoy my days of non-fame now. Just you wait 'til January when I take over the airwaves and the world. Free cable TV and VWs for everyone. Muhahahaha!

Have I really spent approximately $55,111.68 on booze in the past several years? Because if that's the case, I'm going straightedge and saving for a Golf R32. Go see if you're more of a drunk than me. I'm rated next to Homer Simpson. Great.

Also, go here.
Love,
Bambi Smurf. (Sweet.)

Rod Roddy died. Now that's just sad. Even more reason to get that "Price is Right" dollar sign tattoo.

Another successful trip to Vegas is in the books. Well, we'll just have to see how successful soon enough. Lots of lounging in the jacuzzi, drinking, shopping and harassing of the male persuasion. It was great to see Kitty, of course. I miss her.
And I'm so happy I got to see Beth and Nicole. That meant a lot to me. It was quite enlightening, actually. You learn something new every day, right? Well, I certainly learned a lot this weekend. Nevertheless, Vegas confuses me, in so many ways.

It's looking like my episode of "Date Patol" will air Saturday, Dec. 6. But things change frequently in the land of reality TV, so I'll keep you posted.

As promised, pictures of Philly are here. Look how big Justina is! Vegas pictures will be up soon.

I have a mysterious virus and it makes me dizzy. I have weird spins, and my ears are all funky and my stomach is just not right. And now I have some crazy nasal spray to take and if my ears aren't better in a week I have to go on steriods. I don't get it.
But I will stop complaining because I could be this woman. I've been following this case for a few weeks now, and it makes me so sad. They were killing her, but now they are reinserting her feeding tube, even though lawyers says it's unconstitutional. But thank God she has a chance to live. So yeah, tell me to shut up and stop complaining.
And Adam, yes, please have a party Friday because hopefully I will be there! Horray for secret trip to Vegas! (Guess it's not so secret anymore.)

Fridays make me jumpy. Maybe it's the leftover alcohol from watching last night's game. (Stupid Sox.) I agree with Amy — as long as Derek Jeter loses I'll be happy. Or maybe it's my freaky Atkins vitamins. Whatevs.
Again I will appraoch the weekend without too much excitement, but secretly hope for the best. But Amy and I are going to Hi Life tomorrow, and that's always great.

Because there is nothing else to write today...

1. WHAT IS YOUR FULL NAME?
Kara Ann Justina, but today I'm Inspectah Deck.

2. WHAT COLOR PANTS ARE YOU WEARING?
Old khaki pants that go way too far up my waist.

3. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Mouse-clicking. And the graphics boy's conversation.

4. WHAT ARE THE LAST 4 DIGITS OF YOUR PHONE NUMBER?
6670.

5. WHAT WAS THE LAST THING YOU ATE?
Coffee and an Atkins Morning Start Apple Crisp bar.

6. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
Reflex Silver, baby.

7. LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
My "Date Patrol" producer, Teri.

8.FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX?
Car.
Heh.

9. DO YOU LIKE THE PERSON WHO SENT YOU THIS?
I love Bunny, as long as we're not doing the dishes or using the computer.

10. HOW ARE YOU TODAY?
Fine. But I need new pillows, my neck is all stiff today.

11. FAVOURITE DRINK?
Ginger ale!

12. FAVORITE ALCOHOLIC DRINK?
A good mojito.

13. FAVORITE SPORTS?
Baseball and college basketball.

14. HAIR COLOR?
Blond.

15. EYE COLOR?
Blue.

16. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
No.

17. SIBLINGS AND THEIR AGES?
Chris, 35.

18. FAVORITE MONTH?
December.

19. FAVORITE FOOD?
Behold the power of cheese.

20. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
I think it was that trash Lifetime movie "S3x and the Single Mom."

21. FAVORITE DAY OF THE YEAR?
New Year's Eve.

22. ARE YOU TOO SHY TO ASK SOMEONE OUT?
Not anymore.

23. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Summer.

24. HUGS OR KISSES?
Kisses.

25. RELATIONSHIPS OR ONE NIGHT STANDS?
No comment.

26. CHOCOLATE OR VANILLA?
Chocolate love. (I always say that.)

27. DO YOU WANT YOUR FRIENDS TO WRITE BACK?
Sure, distract me.

28. WHO IS MOST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Stephanie.

29. WHO IS LEAST LIKELY TO RESPOND?
Kitty, because she just called me from Denver, and she's on her way to Vegas.

30. LIVING ARRANGEMENTS?
Home with Mom, Dad, Grandma and Ruffles.

32. WHAT'S ON YOUR MOUSE PAD?
American Girl Place in Chicago.

33. WHAT DID YOU DO LAST NIGHT?
I watched the Cubs/Marlins game. Stupid Cubs choked!

34. FAVORITE SMELLS?
New Volkswagen smell.

35. CAN YOU TOUCH YOUR NOSE WITH YOUR TONGUE?
I can stick my tongue up my nose and I am d@mn proud of it.

36. BUTTERED, PLAIN, OR SALTED POPCORN?
Smells like buttered popcorn.

37. FAVORITE CAR?
GTI 337. Otto of course!

39. FAVORITE FLOWER?
Gerbera daisy.

40. HOW MANY KEYS ON YOUR KEY RING?
One.

41. CAN YOU JUGGLE?
I can juggle boys.

Thanks to not getting excited for weekend plans, Philadelphia was lots of fun and I'll link to some pictures soon. I even drove there in 2 hours and 50 minutes — record time for New Jersey Turnpike hell. Rock. And I even got to go to IKEA and I bought this most fantastic mirror ever. So pretty!

This morning's disturbing sight: While on my way to work on the Merritt Parkway, I passed a SUV with something sticking off the back covered by a blue tarp. I thought it was some bikes hooked on the back of the truck, but when I looked closer, I saw two hoofs sticking out from under the tarp. Sick! Now, I hate the deer as much as every other commuter out there, but I could never imagine hunting one down and tying it up to the back of Otto. This is Connecticut, not Arkansas.
That's just nasty.

Happy 39th wedding anniversary to my parents, the best mom and dad ever. Aren't they the cutest?
I bought them these martini glasses and they love them. And I love that I can buy my parents funky martini glasses for their 39th wedding anniversary because they are still incredibly fun parents.

Last night Bone and I were at Bobby Valentine's (that's the bar owned by the N.Y. Mets former manager for those of you not from around here) watching the Red Sox/Yankees game (go Sox!) and Bobby himself was there. We were with one of my co-workers and Bobby came up and shook his hand, looked at Bone and I, smiled and said, "Hey, you're hanging out with the pretty girls tonight, huh?" Needless to say, I was very excited. I love Bobby V!

I am dying for a new entry here. Dying!!! I keep going back and rereading entries, but at least they still make me laugh.

Unlike last Friday, today I will not get hopped up about weekend plans for fear that they will all backfire. So in full reverse psychology mode, yeah, I'm going to Philadelphia tomorrow. Maybe it'll suck.

p.s. Beth, can I come over and bring you ice cream? You sound so sad!

The best laid plans... how does that saying go? Making plans always turns out to be a disaster. Someday I will learn that expecting less always brings more.
Instead of this from Friday's entry: "Drinking commences in three hours on the glorious Metro-North Railroad bar car, and despite the cold, I'm banking on a damn fine weekend full of girls, tapas, sangria, Manhattan, Otto, a 'rado, martinis and maybe a pumpkin thrown in there for good measure."
I had this: Drinking commenced at the glorious Thirsty Turtle, and despite the cold, I had a 50/50 weekend full of drunk girls, stealing shopping carts, too much Red Bull, Stamford, Otto, a BMW mechanic, 337 melodrama and yes, a little sugar pumpkin thrown in there for good measure.

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I can't even handle myself today, I'm all over the place like a kid on crack.
I'm irritable, but I'm also excited and happy.
Maybe it's the little extra coffee I had today? It wasn't Starbucks, so I don't know what gives.
Maybe it's the cold? I saw my breath this morning while taking Ruffles outside. I think it was in the high 30s last night. Fucking fall, you can shove it.
Maybe it's my new fur-lined denim jacket? Fuck, why is it only October and I'm already wearing fur?
Maybe it's my new shoes? They're Rocket Dogs and they're like stilts. I'm like 5' 10" today.
Maybe it's because it's Friday? We're playing in Manhattan tonight, going to Xunta for tapas and copious amounts of sangria.
Who cares. Drinking commences in three hours on the glorious Metro-North Railroad bar car, and despite the cold, I'm banking on a damn fine weekend full of girls, tapas, sangria, Manhattan, Otto, a 'rado, martinis and maybe a pumpkin thrown in there for good measure.

Vegas kids: Have fun this weekend, I wish I could be there!

I have been slacking on the blog, lately, huh?
What do I have to say?
• Wacky news: This morning I went to the dentist and he asked me how I liked last night's finale of "Paradise Hotel." Is that funny that my dentist watches that show? I don't know how I feel about that.
• Funny news: This morning I was the commuter you LOVE to HATE. On the Merritt Parkway, while trying to swerve and avoid construction trucks in traffic, I juggled a large hot coffee (NO, not from Starbucks, you snots), the radio, the cell phone (while trying to get a signal and dial Amy) and shifting, all at once. I kept going from 1st gear to 3rd gear... I was laughing at myself because I almost stalled out and I know people were cursing me. I love being a jerk.
• Embarrassing news: I've been grossly obsessed with my old freestyle CDs the past week or so. I don't know what my deal is. I even went out and bought the Judy Torres greatest hits CD, because I couldn't get
"Come Into My Arms" out my head for an entire day. So now I play it over and over, just like it's 1989. Somebody stop me!
• Happy news: I've stopped throwing rocks at some boys, for now, at least. :)
• The best news: Amy and I bought tickets to go to Europe in December! We're going to hang out with my brother in Budapest, and (drumroll please)... Chris wants to take me to Wolfsburg, Germany, for my birthday! Wolfsburg is the land of Volkswagen. I can't believe it, I get to go to Autostadt! Most likely we'll fly into a larger city, and then rent a car, a VW of course. So that means in a little over two months I get to go drive a VW on the German Autobahn to Wolfsburg, the homeland of VWs. (I can't even believe I just wrote that sentence.)
Who's the happiest girl alive?