faulty vision
From the monthly archives: August 2009
(1:22:55 PM) Me: I made myself an awesome wrap out of hummus, tabbouleh, tomato, irish cheddar, and lavash bread.
(1:23:09 PM) The Guy: that’s because you are awesome
(1:23:29 PM) Me: Are you still ass-kissing me because you forgot my birthday?
(1:23:41 PM) The Guy: no
(1:23:43 PM) Me: You could [...]
At one point during lunch today I glanced over at Hobbes to find him dangling over the edge of his high chair, his head hanging, his wee arms waving aimlessly. His toy was on the floor. Well, of course it was on the floor: he had thrown it there.
Since this was the [...]
My relevant updates are fairly uninteresting, so I comment only that I am headed to a wedding this weekend that has, let us say, its peculiar elements. There are times when one does not want to see behind the curtain of the show to see how the gnomes and the hard-hatted squirrels get all the [...]
me: I AM SO TIRED.
me: Hi.
Angela: Hi.
Angela: go to bed.
me: I need to go to bed. Hobbes’s been waking up at 5 AM lately.
me: (I’m too tired to move.)
Angela: can’t you drug them? or is that “unethical” or “bad parenting” ?
[...]
“The thing with the Guy,” I told Sako, “is that he’s a failure as a romantic.”
“So’s John,” Sako said.
“He tries, but every time he fails. Like the time he brought me flowers on the back of his motorcycle and all the heads got ripped off by the wind–”
“John did that.”
“He did?”
[...]
I went to Aikido tonight.
It was fun.
You know what’s going to happen tomorrow, though?
Pain. Pain.
PAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIN.
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