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Mr. Miyagi [Pat Morita] died in Las Vegas on Thursday.  Natural causes.

*snifflecry*

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Hmm.  Been over a week.  *stretches*  I've been in a omg I want Thanksgiving break NOW haze.

And now:  it's the last day of said break.  What did I do with my time off?

I watched the last third of season six and all of season seven of Buffy the Vampire Slayer.  I drank a lot of soda.  I ate a lot of food.  I had sushi the day after Thanksgiving.  I eluded cleaning my kitchen and doing my homework.

Ah yes.  Now it all comes back to me.  I have TWO APUSH chapters to read [or pretend to read] today.

I am officially out of jeans.  I only have one pair that my enormous friction-generating thighs haven't worn through already.  And that pair is so big on me that I can slide it on and off without unbuttoning or unzipping it.  I could wear my other pants... but that consists of two pairs: a pair of pinstripes that are too small and a pair of khakis that are a little too big.

Rrrrrrrrrr.

Damn thighs all rubbin' together when I walk and crap.

I think I hear the couch downstairs calling my name.  Excuse me.