I feel as though I have come to a turning point in my life today.
While I am turning another year older in a few weeks, and I am going away on a trip shortly, it has nothing to do with either of those events.
I came to the sudden realization this afternoon that my hand is too big to reach the bottom of a Pringles can.
My life has been turned asunder.
I can’t help but chuckle when I see an email in my inbox that reads:
Your order from KarateDepot.com has shipped.
Granted I did make an order a few days ago, but its still funny.
Whenever I see my mom, she usually gives me some sort of candy or food. I think its just so she feels better knowing that I’m at least eating something, even if its not so healthy. I used to forget to eat a lot when I was younger. I picked up the ability to ignore hunger pain while I was in college.
Anyhow, the last time I saw my mom, she gave me a bag of Dove Milk Chocolate hearts for Valentines Day. I ate one today and decided that they were sinfully delicious and then proceeded to eat about 14 more in quick succession. On the inside of the foil wrappers are little messages bearing some sort of Valentine’s Day cheer. I have never been one to be a fervent supporter of such a masochistic holiday, but as I read some of the messages in the wrappings of these little bits of chocolate delight, I was puzzled.
Among the holiday cheer, I came across these joyous bits of text:
I’m sensing a bit of malcontent among the elves that Dove has writing these foil messages of warmth. Depending on how you read them, they only get more desperate:
Seriously, Dove. You might want to get your Human Resources department to look into that.
Pictures have been taken and smuggled out. Brace yourselves men, there is a lounge in the womens’ bathroom! After weeks of hearing rumors and being a naysayer, I have come into possession of conclusive evidence that, there is in fact a lounge area in the womens’ bathroom here at work. I refused to believe, even after camera phone pictures were taken to ease my doubt. Displayed below is the conclusive proof of this area’s existence. Its purpose, one can only suspect. It may have something to do with the herd-like behavior women manifest when on the way to the lavatory. They enter in groups and leave in groups. One can only deduce that they also go to the bathroom and, in this case, wait in line in groups. Such peculiar rituals have not been seen since the creation of the Discovery Channel.
I read the Metro Boston every morning on my commute into the city for work. Every once in a while there is a notice in the entertainment section to email your name and address into the listed email address and you can win a free ticket for two to an advanced screening to the latest hot movie.
Two weeks ago I sent in my information for the Underworld Evolution screening as soon as I got out of my first meeting that day at work. After that, I quickly forgot about it. The day of the screening came and passed. Underworld Evolution came out in theaters and I went opening night. I liked it and thought it was a good sequel. I’ll certainly keep the movie poster up in my room.
I just came back from my parents house to pick up my mail and discovered, mixed in amongst the mailings, an envelope from The Metro Boston. I ripped it open and sure enough there was a voucher inside with Kate Beckinsdale on it staring back at me. So I won the tickets for the screening that happened two weeks ago. -_-
It is time to clean out the fridge when you go to put some leftovers in it and find leftovers dating back to the previous year.
Might be hard to make out but they say, from top to bottom:
Rattlesnake Pasta
2006.01.19Rattlesnake Pasta
1/5/2006Rattlesnake Pasta
12/29/2005
Looks like its time to switch back to the pizza.
Lizzy made a limerick for me because I voted for her Hogwarts RPG site here.
Crazy is so incredibly hot,
All notice at the con that is bot!
He’s slick and he’s sly,
It is no wonder why
All the ladies’ hearts he has caught.
I should start a fan club. :p
I went to Barnes & Noble the other day before my trip to Vegas and finally got around to joining the discount club for a year. Considering how much I’m in there buying stuff to read, I should be able to make back that investment easily. While I was in there I poked around the journal and sketchbook section and found some Moleskine notepads. (pronounced mole-eh-skeenay)
For those not in the know, its a just a small notepad with a leather like cover, cloth bookmark stitched to the binding, an attached fabric elastic of some sort that keeps the book closed and a small pocket on the inside of the back cover. Its a nice little notebook that has actually gained a lot of popularity.
In the slow battle against becoming my dad, I had another defeat and picked up two of these little books. One with blank pages to sketch in and one with lined pages to keep on me to jot notes to myself for later on. My dad carries around a cheap little spiral bound notebook that probably measures 2 x 3 inches that you can find in any drug store. He has an awful time remembering stuff so he writes everything down in that little book and never looks at it again.
I have a lot of ideas for projects I’d like to do on the side and I never remember it all by the end of the day, so we’ll try the paternal approach.
Three people have already asked me if it was my black book of phone numbers of girls I know…maybe this will work out after all…