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Enchantee.

Here we go.
Let's play a game of bad news/good news from my recent events.

Good news- Got satellite tv installed in my new apartment. With TIVOOOOOOO
Bad news- had to use my phone after the sweatiest, hairiest, most-ridiculously-low-riding-plumber-pants installation guy used the phone to activate my satellite. I think I cloroxed my ear.... face.... body.

Bad news- Flat tire on the way to work.
Good news- Had time to finish my breakfast (can of Coca Cola Classic, word)

Bad news- Sink plumbing exploded tonight
Good news- Had waffles for dinner.

Good news- Watched "So You Think You Can Dance" and totally loved it.
Bad news- Watched "So You Think You Can Dance" and totally loved it.


That pretty much wraps things up. But just so you know, having your satellite installed is probably one of the most awkward moments in life. Here's the deal: You can't act like you are not paying attention, because you can't watch tv. They are installing it, and sweaty plumber pants is probably standing in front of your tv anyway. You can't do other things, because they TAKE OVER YOUR ENTIRE RESIDENCE. You can't act like you don't feel a little bit sad inside when you finally decipher what they are saying and realise that they keep calling you pet names ("hey sweeeeeeeeetheart, where's the bathroom?"). You can't just stare at your computer... ok yes you can. That's exactly what I did. There is such thing as too much facebook. But such is the price you pay to see Foood Network glitter over that once-silent box in your living room. Paula Dean, how I missed you.

Word.