mundane accidents
Pelle tried to eat a pen. It exploded and now he is covered in blue spots.
I was on my way to MySpace, but I accidentally went to Space.com. If a lot more people did this sort of thing on a regular basis, I think we'd have a solution to our entire generation's problems.
Bad Thing the First: I have to waitress tonight. On The Valentine Day. I was hoping to get smashed and flirty on Kir Royales somewhere less blind datey, but it looks like I'll just have to be roaring wasted at the workplace instead. And all of the men there will be, like, forty and paunchy, so I'll flirt, but ONLY FOR TIPS.
I don't have much to add to these so-sexist-they're-almost-satirical suggestions. Please enjoy reading them if you missed them on Yahoo's front page while checking your email for the eighteenth time in one hour in case someone sent you a Valentine and you didn't see it because you were watching your dog eat your laundry receipt.
Two dreams I had that would make good movies.
I finally decided what I'm getting myself for my birthday. It's a tracer projector. I plan to use it to create this sort of mural in my bedroom:
I saw this little girl running away today, and instead of a little red wagon filled with cookies, she was pushing an entire shopping cart filled with a giant mess of clothing, books, cookware, and frozen foods. And her mom was running after her yelling, "LISA!!!" and the little girl was just like, "I'm running away! I'm running away!"
Jen hates dogs. It makes her want to vomit when she thinks about people living in a small apartment with one. But when she came up to my place to meet Pelle, she tentatively told him, "You're cute. I mean, I don't want to touch you or anything, but you're kind of actually cute."
I share Finn's new haircut with the world.
And took two strips of excellent photo booth photos with him.
Sometimes there are weeks when I want to document my life and sometimes there are weeks when I want to erase every reference to myself on the entire Internet and burn my computer into a little lump of graphite and jumbled keyboard buttons. This week is a documentation week, and considering I don't know how the long the urge will last, you better enjoy this look at me and my mundane day-to-day while you got it.