Randomness
I find this hilarious and sad at the same time. Hilarisad?
Deep Thought by Jack Handey
When you're riding in a time machine way far into the future, don't stick your elbow out the window, or it'll turn into a fossil.
I took a bath tonight. I haven't taken a bath in... five years? It was nice, even if I wish the tub were just a little bit longer.
I finished a Sudoku puzzle. I've missed them. I haven't really done any since LA.
I got my photograph taken at Walgreens for my visa for England. It is the single most disgusting, unflattering photo ever taken of me. I'm going to complain tomorrow because, while I accept that I am by no means a model, I do believe I have a face color that does not contain sage green.
People keep saying how young I look. A few of the doctors thought I was still in college, despite them probably, deep down, knowing that I graduated. One thought I was eighteen or nineteen. The neighbor that helped tow my car in the blizzard of 2006 thought I misspoke when I said I had to get to "work" because I was only sixteen and should be going to school. A co-worker told me she wondered how young I sound on the phone, and I frequently get called "hon" and other ageist (agist? age-ist?) words by patients' parents on the phone. Not to mention I get carded pretty much every time I buy a drink, and have had two people not believe my actual driver's license. I think, after all this evidence, that I must have a young face and voice, which is nice, I guess. And I must have a youthful spirit. Either that, or some kind of age disorder and forgetful employers.
I am going to go veg out in front of the TV and then go to sleep. Sounds like a plan. Why does the weekend always go so quickly?
Deep Thought by Jack Handey
When you're riding in a time machine way far into the future, don't stick your elbow out the window, or it'll turn into a fossil.
I took a bath tonight. I haven't taken a bath in... five years? It was nice, even if I wish the tub were just a little bit longer.
I finished a Sudoku puzzle. I've missed them. I haven't really done any since LA.
I got my photograph taken at Walgreens for my visa for England. It is the single most disgusting, unflattering photo ever taken of me. I'm going to complain tomorrow because, while I accept that I am by no means a model, I do believe I have a face color that does not contain sage green.
People keep saying how young I look. A few of the doctors thought I was still in college, despite them probably, deep down, knowing that I graduated. One thought I was eighteen or nineteen. The neighbor that helped tow my car in the blizzard of 2006 thought I misspoke when I said I had to get to "work" because I was only sixteen and should be going to school. A co-worker told me she wondered how young I sound on the phone, and I frequently get called "hon" and other ageist (agist? age-ist?) words by patients' parents on the phone. Not to mention I get carded pretty much every time I buy a drink, and have had two people not believe my actual driver's license. I think, after all this evidence, that I must have a young face and voice, which is nice, I guess. And I must have a youthful spirit. Either that, or some kind of age disorder and forgetful employers.
I am going to go veg out in front of the TV and then go to sleep. Sounds like a plan. Why does the weekend always go so quickly?