just got back from lunch
In general I follow certain patterns...even to the extent of my clothes. In regards to my pants: left front pocket is for my wallet and sometimes a pen, right front is for my keys & pocket knife & spare change, back left is for dollars that I don't have the time to work back into my walletwhen I'm on the go, and the back right's where I usually keep condoms. Now, if I've got a bottle of water, or something about that size, I'll usually tuck it into the back right...which I did today with a bottle of apple juice.
I'd forgotten all about the condoms until I went to the bathroom and taking the apple juice out of my back one, cuz sitting down with it there would be awkward, I heard a scrape and immediately started scanning the floor for the concoms. Figured they'd gotten dragged out with the juice but they were nowhere to be seen; looked everywhere.
Going to try not to examine that too deeply.
While I was in there I texted
Devon, as today's her birthday and she doesn't have me friended to her account, nor do I have any other means of reaching her. I assume she got it, or will later today, but I had a Hell of a time sending it. apparently today is the day my phone decided to stage a revolt. After that finally went through I saw someone had sent me one and, after opening it up, it turned out to be
Raven. This was kind of a surprise considering the last I knew her phone was dead. First thing I did after I got outside was try calling her but got that default phone is disconnected line her service uses. Tried her house but was told she wasn't there. Finally, doublechecked the message, never tried to call someone from a text before, but it turned out she had sent it from her cell somehow.
No idea how you send a text message from a disconnected phone but I'll just leave that one to the philosophers.
I texted her back, for wont of a better thing to do, asking where she'd like me to call her and then spnt my lunch torturing pigeons. While not exactly hungry, I was in kinda one of those I could eat moods so I picked up a bag of Doritos Cool Ranch and sat outside. The thing about the beak, as a mouth, is that it's really not designed to eat large hard things...which most chips are; kind of a peck, grab, and break deal...which can go over 20 feet of floorspace over a period of time. Didn't help that I particularly like to give them the funny shaped, often folded in half, chips.
I'd forgotten all about the condoms until I went to the bathroom and taking the apple juice out of my back one, cuz sitting down with it there would be awkward, I heard a scrape and immediately started scanning the floor for the concoms. Figured they'd gotten dragged out with the juice but they were nowhere to be seen; looked everywhere.
Going to try not to examine that too deeply.
While I was in there I texted
Devon, as today's her birthday and she doesn't have me friended to her account, nor do I have any other means of reaching her. I assume she got it, or will later today, but I had a Hell of a time sending it. apparently today is the day my phone decided to stage a revolt. After that finally went through I saw someone had sent me one and, after opening it up, it turned out to be
Raven. This was kind of a surprise considering the last I knew her phone was dead. First thing I did after I got outside was try calling her but got that default phone is disconnected line her service uses. Tried her house but was told she wasn't there. Finally, doublechecked the message, never tried to call someone from a text before, but it turned out she had sent it from her cell somehow.
No idea how you send a text message from a disconnected phone but I'll just leave that one to the philosophers.
I texted her back, for wont of a better thing to do, asking where she'd like me to call her and then spnt my lunch torturing pigeons. While not exactly hungry, I was in kinda one of those I could eat moods so I picked up a bag of Doritos Cool Ranch and sat outside. The thing about the beak, as a mouth, is that it's really not designed to eat large hard things...which most chips are; kind of a peck, grab, and break deal...which can go over 20 feet of floorspace over a period of time. Didn't help that I particularly like to give them the funny shaped, often folded in half, chips.