  hello,  again,  all my children.  it has been not so many hours.  but i am wickedly bored and rather than read a book i would like to expostulate on the values of vanilla coke.  Vanilla coke:
 cream soda?  you tell ME the difference.  when our civilization becomes to future bloggers what the incas are to us,  i wonder if they will find a can of vanilla coke and,  despite the expiration date,  crack it to taste its freshness.
 And then laugh because we are such suckers to advertizing ploys to think that this is really any different than:  a)  coke with extra syrup b)  cream soda guess which beverage i am enjoying as we speak?  it's not really all that bad,  if you like that sort of thing.
 which i do.  now you know more about me.  don't you feel special?  you,  oh random surfer of the web who may have accidentally stumbled upon my frighteningly active weblog,  know that i,
 lis,  enjoy vanilla coke.  Now you know a fact about me.  It will fascinate you for years and years because our society is obsessed with celebrity and the private lives of strangers and then,  when i'm dead and famous,  and someone mentions me,
 your grandchildren ( i'm not that old so if i die before you,  you are not old enough to be reading this in the first place)  will say " she liked vanilla coke!  and that will go into some poor shmuck biographer's book on the double life of elisabeth hamilton.
 the other half i haven't figured out yet but if they wrote a book about me i'm sure it would say i have a double life.  I like to pretend that i will be famous in the future.  you may have noticed this,  as i mention it frequently.  some people plan their weddings.  i plan my fame.
 this does not,  however,  rule out divorce or failure.  however,  i'm remaining optimistic,  mostly for the sake of your marriages.
 it's all one big bucket of hope,  you know.  how come max disappeared?  you know max?  i thought the eighties were back.  (
we're returning to the coke theme now,  for those of you who are lost)  Bryan told me they were,  and that the hippest of the hip were wearing a- symmetrical tank- tops with a shoulder pad in the side with the sleeve.
 the bands have resurfaced.  why hasn't max come back?  they should do a re- release of Weird Science and since all they do is play ads before movies now,  play a Max new coke ad.  That would fufill my cinematic experience.
 i do hope no one takes me seriously.  marie said today that she couldn't think of anyone who didn't like me ( i can think of some people,  so that's just not true,  but whatever)  and despite the fact that i was a shitty friend in my former life i have now regained my wit and charm and love and she very much appreciates my company.
 which i thought was quite nice of her.  But i assume i am a generally likable person.  The only thing that occurs to me is if people took me seriously,  they might think me arrogant and rude and egotistical.  Don't you guys know sarcasm is a defense mechanism?  it's like when susie and i say we're hot!
 we're doing it to boost each other's egos and at the same time undermine the absurdity of an emphasis on outward appearances,  which despite our proclaimed rejection of societal values we buy into,  because why in the hell ELSE would one own eyeliner?  huh?  ah.  yes.
 well k- dog just called and wants to go get a beer.  so again i do not get to tell you guys anything deep,  which i was planning on getting to.  marie,  however,
 requested that i post my birthday rap for her,  so voila:  happy happy happy birthdaaaaaaaay you are 23 you know that's hip we send all of our graphics to a place called pip i'm a hip hop rapper and i know what's funk you might look at me and think ah nah she's a punk but i'm cute with some extras the mc of sextris you gotta give me room cos you know i drive a lexus ah nah it's an audi in my wheels i'm a hottie i gotchoo a birthday cake but don't worry it ain't naughty now listen up y'all cos my lyrics are true you turned the big 2- 3 and it's makin me blue all the way across the country and it's quite an endeavor i'm stuck data processing like my name was trevor i wish i could be there can't afford the airfare the man is pushin me down into welfare not really that's a lie education is fly i eat my turkey samiches on bread that's rye okay i gotta give it to you straight like this:  of all the pretty people you're the one i miss don't mistake me for a hatah the irish dig potatahs i forgot my phone so i gotta call you latah ( call you latah.
call you latah. call you latah.  and they said hip hop was dead. hah hah.  now it is.  i just killed it.
 doh.  tune in for the next episode. same bat time,  same bat channel.  lis.
