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Monday November 3, 2003 - 5:37 p.m. Okay, I just wrote an ENTIRE entry, clicked done, and, you guessed it, IT WAS LOST. I want to kill violently right now. Let's see if I can remember what it was I said. So I was telling you that I have a minor obsession with license plate holders. There just aren't that many good ones in the world, and mine isn't that great either - it just advertises the place I used to work, although it does include the phrase "turn you on," as well as the word "excite," and a little jumping man, so there are some redeeming qualities at work there. But really that's the entire point of my obsession - I'm trying to find the perfect license plate. Although I believe I may have found one that was pretty damned close. Tell you about it, you say? Okay. It was on this really nice luxury car, a Lexus I believe. (And when I say really nice, I mean that it was really expensive-looking with all kinds of gadgets and toys and buttons and lights and things on the inside, not that I liked it particularly, because really I didn't. I just meant it was nice. Okay? Back off.) That just made it all better, because it was on this nice car, leather interior, nice paint job, nice rims, and there's this license plate holder, silver, that said The devil hates
Kung Fu Oh, you are so right. The devil...hates kung fu. I just stared at it for a while, delighted. Yesterday I saw another really nice car, a BMW it was (and this one, yes, I did like. Quite a bit, actually), and it had a license plate that said I8URHLF and a holder that said None left for you. Sweet! These are the kind of license plate action we need in this country, folks. I mean, true, I haven't the first effing clue what the hell either of them mean, but that's what makes it so great: carefully picked, random phrases. Another love of mine. And so, so much better than Do you believe in love at first sight or should I drive by again? My God, I hate that one. I need to start taking pictures of the good ones. Collecting them in my head could get messy. And...forgotten. Well. This has been an intellectual masterpiece. But at least it's an update. And really, that's all I'm going for these days. It better work this time. Or there may be pain. I'm not sure what kind. Just the...painful kind. Here's hoping. Searing pain in my head like a pillow,
-Mlle R
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