Angela bought some shampoo yesterday. I was going to buy some on the weekend, and I didn’t, and now she did, so she’s officially better than me. That’s not sarcasm or bitterness, it’s a fact. Responsible journalism, I think they call it. It’s a good thing I don’t have an archive to my posts, or else some day we’d be fighting, and I’d yell, “you think you’re better than me, don’t you?” and she’d yell back “you said it yourself, look at this link!”, and I’d be all “d’oh” and stuff, but then again, the issue’d be resolved. Just a thought. Oh, and as long as I’m getting things off of my chest, I thought “Rat Race” was pretty funny. The rest of this post was going to be a big rambling rant about shampoo and conditioner, but it was getting more and more witty-daily-newspaper-columnist drivelly with each word, so I stopped. I could have fixed it up by adding the word “orgasm” numerous times, because, hey, multiple orgasms don’t usually occur in daily newspaper columns, but by then the crap had been deleted: orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm orgasm. Yeah, that’s the stuff.