captain crunch and nerds

i think it can safely be assumed that one is over the swine flu when one begins craving food again. like french toast and captain crunch.

and why do nerds taste better out of the box, than gobbled up from one's hand?

meanie

to the mean, mean, thoughtless meanie who knocked my driver's side rearview mirror off my car, so it could dangle by the electric cord last night,

the one day i park on the street to let my folks have the driveway, i leave my car at the mercy of the cars and bikes. and i have a cold. a nasty drippy nose, headachey, sinusy, coughy, nauseous head cold. and now i have to calmly remind myself that good people do live in portland... along with people like you. and now my brother has to superglue it back onto my car, because when you knocked it off, you sheared off the screws and broke the plastic pieces. so it seems like superglue and uuber bond are the only things i have at my disposal.

however, i thank you for hitting it only hard enough to dislodge it and not to crack the outer hull or the mirror itself. and thank you for not getting so close to my car to pop a light or a tire.

i honestly hope the same thing doesn't happen to you.

cause it sucks.

sincerely,
a very kind, undeserving-of-evilness, sickey mcghee

cat fight

google search

just for the fun of it... type in the first two words of a question into the google search box.

and pause...

the more vague the better...

it'll fill in suggestions... like...

why do...
"dogs eat poop"
"men have nipples"

entertainment. cheap cheap entertainment.

:)

i heart "free stuff" on craigslist

that's right! i got rid of my couch!

my dog-hair-covered, cushions-ripping-off-the-back, dog-wouldn't-even-sit-on-it-anymore sofa.

haha.

posted it on craigslist in the free section, with honest pictures and a warning that it could use a good cleaning, some patches/sewing, and a good de-louser...and someone came and took it!

haha. i love it. i don't have it anymore. and someone got something for free. i love craigslist.

i think this calls for a martini...

"dead. d..e..d. dead"

i went to my own funeral in a dream i had once. we all stood around my grave. but no-one was crying. you think that has something to do with why i don't fear death? or was it a manifestation of my non-fear? or am i just uneducated in or unexposed to it?

it doesn't bother me that i don't fear dying. it just makes me curious that there's something i'm missing, since most people do. although i suppose it's not something i'm in a hurry to remedy. i'm quite happy where i am.

if that's not my greatest fear, what is?

inspiration

well well well. here we are again. and yes, i use "we" as in, the royal "we"...

i have neglected my duties as blogger... much to the dismay of my dedicated audience. but recently, a friend's blog (Blu's) has inspired me to continue the effort... as self-serving and self-gratifying as it seems to me...

at any rate... expect more posts soon. this will be my new year's resolution. to post something EVERY day. then, when January 1st rolls around, i won't have anything i actually have to do... it'll be done!

haha. i'm so clever.

ok. more later.

-p