June 2009
7 posts
OKAY this one has been suppressed pretty deep for some time now but it came back to me on Friday when I was riding my bike. We’re digging into the tweenage misery motherlode here. This is a story from SIXTH GRADE.
When I was in sixth grade, I was the smallest boy in my class. I had a huge crush on a tomboyish blonde girl who we’ll call Lauren F for the sake of anonymity.
They...
I was talking with Russell about this song today. ...
I’ve long held the belief that any non-Google search engine is not really worth anyone’s time. That said, I do nurse nostalgia for the days when weirdo sites like AskJeeves and Dogpile would compete for my searches. Remember when AltaVista was the largest search database and EVERYONE knew it? Ohhh nostalgia…
I decided to give this new hotshot hoity-toity Microsoft search...
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30 MINUTES LATER…(and 8 city blocks)…
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(DELETED SCENE: Cassie shows up and I accost her for not bringing rope. It should be noted that Cassie never actually claimed to have any rope.)
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my day off
On Friday I took the day off work and had some “me time.” Here is what I did:
Got a haircut!
Had a sushi lunch at a crowded restaurant.
Bought some collectable figurines!
Tried to get my cell phone fixed.
THREW A TEMPER TANTRUM AT THE CELL PHONE PLACE**
**But not really though.
paranoia diary 6/1/09
Cassie woke me up a few nights ago because she heard some weird noises and wanted me to investigate. Pretty classic husband/wife move.
So I wandered out into the night in search of any prowler or ghost that may be lying in wait. I’ve done this about a million times before and also I was pretty sure it was just the cat. All the same—the stillness of the house, the darkness of the...