HEY COACH..I DON'T THINK WE SURVIVED THAT CRASH...
yesterday i won a bet with ben over whether or not the driver of the sporty yellow lexus in front of us would be an asian person. he guessed it would be a sixty year old lady. the best part was how hard we laughed before we realized how badly we were stereotyping. i will say again though, i was right.
i watched two episodes of nightmares & dreamscapes. i have to admit it was really funny to watch william hurt being so tortured by little plastic army men that have come to life to seek revenge. i guess that's what you get for being a killer-for-hire. you get shot and stabbed and sliced and eventually blown up. what a funny concept, really.
the other episode i didn't really understand but then it was about a hole into another dimension and the name had the word 'slaughter' in it, so it's probably not supposed to make a lot sense. claire forlani was in it and i like her so i kept watching. i think the general idea is that her husband was eaten by a monster that lived under the pavement and he comes back as a cat who's missing his eye. there are also two creepy children who say rude things like "bugger off, joe!" and the boy has deformed fingers on one hand. really, it might just be about how the british hate americans.
i have one ingrown fingernail and one ingrown thumbnail and everytime i get those i tell myself that i really have to stop biting my nails. but i never do. as soon as they're long enough i bite them down again. i think twice ever in my life i've actually grown them out properly without biting. maybe three times, but in any case i always break down eventually. there's something so comforting about it i really can't explain.
twenty one pounds lost. actually that's as of last thursday and i weigh in again tomorrow. it might be more. however, i still haven't stopped eating french fries at work. i'm technically ahead of schedule. six pounds ahead. i'm not saying that's any kind of leeway, but it's encouraging.
i've been smelling like b.o. a lot more lately and i've decided that it's the soap i've been using. it's cheap hotel soap that i think ben brought home from somewhere and i'm not going to use it anymore. it's true that sometimes i skip a shower, but never twice in a row and i definately shouldn't stink already. irish spring never makes me smell the next day. i'll go back to using that and see if it improves at all.
i wonder if anyone reads this anymore. i haven't gotten a comment in months and months but then, i never comment to anyone else anymore either. is that out of style, i wonder. it doesn't really matter if people comment, really. i just like to know that i'm not writing to no one. i don't think i'm as boring as i used to be.
something funny: i burned myself on my oven weeks ago and it's healed up enough now that the scar looks just like a butthole. it's pink and puckered in the center.
i watched two episodes of nightmares & dreamscapes. i have to admit it was really funny to watch william hurt being so tortured by little plastic army men that have come to life to seek revenge. i guess that's what you get for being a killer-for-hire. you get shot and stabbed and sliced and eventually blown up. what a funny concept, really.
the other episode i didn't really understand but then it was about a hole into another dimension and the name had the word 'slaughter' in it, so it's probably not supposed to make a lot sense. claire forlani was in it and i like her so i kept watching. i think the general idea is that her husband was eaten by a monster that lived under the pavement and he comes back as a cat who's missing his eye. there are also two creepy children who say rude things like "bugger off, joe!" and the boy has deformed fingers on one hand. really, it might just be about how the british hate americans.
i have one ingrown fingernail and one ingrown thumbnail and everytime i get those i tell myself that i really have to stop biting my nails. but i never do. as soon as they're long enough i bite them down again. i think twice ever in my life i've actually grown them out properly without biting. maybe three times, but in any case i always break down eventually. there's something so comforting about it i really can't explain.
twenty one pounds lost. actually that's as of last thursday and i weigh in again tomorrow. it might be more. however, i still haven't stopped eating french fries at work. i'm technically ahead of schedule. six pounds ahead. i'm not saying that's any kind of leeway, but it's encouraging.
i've been smelling like b.o. a lot more lately and i've decided that it's the soap i've been using. it's cheap hotel soap that i think ben brought home from somewhere and i'm not going to use it anymore. it's true that sometimes i skip a shower, but never twice in a row and i definately shouldn't stink already. irish spring never makes me smell the next day. i'll go back to using that and see if it improves at all.
i wonder if anyone reads this anymore. i haven't gotten a comment in months and months but then, i never comment to anyone else anymore either. is that out of style, i wonder. it doesn't really matter if people comment, really. i just like to know that i'm not writing to no one. i don't think i'm as boring as i used to be.
something funny: i burned myself on my oven weeks ago and it's healed up enough now that the scar looks just like a butthole. it's pink and puckered in the center.