I think I ate too many tomatoes today. At least the sudden and unexpected craving is gone.

I just have an urgent and intense craving for a tomato sandwich. I can’t believe this.

My kingdom for a tomato sandwich, delicately spiced up with salt, pepper and onions!

My kingdom, if you care to know, is a fine apartment in a medium sized town in Germany, complete with lots of books and CDs, a piano and a husband. No dog as of yet.

And no, you can’t really have it. It just was fun saying it. I still want that tomato sandwich, though. And it doesn’t help that I’m really really hungry.

Yay for everyone who just graduating. I’m thinking mostly of one special girl of course, but I’d like to include everybody else who I might not know is also graduating this spring.

I’m really jealous, because I never had a tassle to play with and change from one side to the other. Damn. We need more stupid pointless but nonetheless fun and somehow strangely meaningful traditions here. Tassles! More Tassles for Germany!

And just like that I have a new funny and totally mysterious slogan I can put on a shirt. See how I can see the good side of everything? I’m a master at this.

Today, for the first time in a very long season, I admitted that Elliott totally deserves to win this year’s American Idol. I still have a girl crush on Katherine and probably always will have one, but Elliott just has this marvelous voice and practically can sing everything, so I had to give in and admit it.

There you have it.

On a side note, Paula Abdul must take some kind of weird medication. She’s just been out of control these last shows. What’s with the crying and the clapping and the dancing and all the strangeness? Please, make it stop.

• It’s impossible. I can’t watch this show without eating. It just doesn’t work. The minute this show starts I’m craving food. The junkier, the better. Jeez.
• If Rory ditches Lane for Costa Rica I’m going to kill her. With my own hands. Oh good, she’s not. I just can’t trust this show anymore. This season freaked me out and destroyed all the trust I had in it. You know, the reliability. Now they’re slowly trying to gain it back. Fortunately it seems to work.
• I need a notepad to scribble these thoughts down. I really need a notepad to scribble any thoughts down. Blog- and podcast-related.
• I wish I could speak Korean. Do they actually say something that makes sense or do they make funny jokes that only Korean-speaking people get. I bet they make jokes. Like Sun and Jin in Lost. I bet they’re talking dirty all the time and we just. Don’t. Know.
• I so know why I would never want a Bachelorette party. Thanks for reminding me. It’s too late anyway.
• So you have to choose between Celine Dion and Lane’s wedding…? Let me see: skinny screechy woman with ugly haircut vs. a bunch of crazy people and tons of food and drinks. Yeah, I know what I’d choose.
• Jenna Jameson? Wait, they actually really mentioned Jenna Jameson in that show? How did they work that in? I can only guess that those people who would complain about mentioning a porn star in a family show don’t know who she is and that’s how they get away with it. By the way, did you know that I gave my husband her autobiography for Christmas? That’s how cool a girlfriend I am.
• Again with Korean. What the hell are they saying? This is driving me crazy.
• Oh, god. The White Stripes’esque album cover with Lane and Zach. This is the moment when I start to cry. I love this show.

Ehle: You moo when you come online, too.

Jamie: I don’t get this AIM stuff.
Jamie: Maybe it just turns idle when there’s no action on the computer for some time.
Jamie: I moo?
Jamie: I never moo.

Ehle: Yes, you moo.
Ehle: I set you up to moo, dude.

Jamie: I don’t even know how to moo.

Ehle: You do moo.
Ehle: I gave you an alert.
Ehle: So that–back when my computer had sound–I’d know when you came on.

Jamie: We just watched American Idol.

Ehle: I’d be watching TV and I’d hear, „MOOOOO!“ And I’d know you were up.

I think there should be some kind of law or rule that says that I shouldn’t have to work when the weather is as sunny and warm and great as it is now.

The rule should also say that I am allowed to spend all day in a garden, on a balcony or in my bed or wherever I choose to enjoy such a wonderful spring day.

The rule should also say that I’m still getting paid. Maybe twice as much. It could be called a Spring Bonus and it should be enough to buy me fancy skirts and dresses, lots of books to read in a garden or on a balcony and anything else I need to enjoy such a wonderful spring day wonderful.

The rule should also say that it’s neither naive nor childish nor selfish to demand such a rule.

That’s it. I’m done. Anybody know of such a rule? Please tell me.

First sight of a mosquito this year…

Die, die, die, die, die!

That reminds me of our vacation in Italy when both my legs were completely covered with mosquito bites. My blood must be damn sweet because they always go for me.

This season’s finale of The Gilmore Girls is called „Parting“.

That doesn’t sound good. That so doesn’t sound good. That sounds like I’ll be staring at my TV in disbelief while sobbing uncontrollably.

I’m scared of the season finales. All of them. But „Parting“ really really doesn’t sound good.

So, here’s what I’m sending out for the High School CD Swap. I am late anyway, but obviously the post office decided to freaking close early on the day I finally managed to get my stuff together. For those of you who are interested, here’s what’s on the mix. I tried to remember the music I loved back then, but sometimes I get fuzzy about when I actually listened to it. When I listen to this mix on my iPod I actually feel transported back to school, so I guess I kind of nailed it after all.
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