August 2009
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You and Your Tasty Hole
Some crazy cracker commercial. Well, actually — the entire phrase was “You & your tasty whole grain,” but all I heard was “You & your tasty hole.”
So. Nearly 50 going on 12.
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6:39 a.m.
Me: You never used to lay on the bed until I bought a new, light-colored comforter.
The Cat:
Me: Jerk.
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Watch
spiegelman:
90 minutes of the Station Fire in 24 seconds
Smoke gets in your eyes. And ears & hair & nose & clothes. Wow.
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Happy Happy Joy Joy
My day started with vomit (not mine), runny, smelly poo (also not mine), no cable, no internet & a dead phone. All before 4 a.m.! And now, an army of rather largish mutant ants appears to be making its way into the apartment through a tiny hole in the bathroom wall.
[Deep breath, and —]
(Chorus)
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“Tiny Spark,” Brendan Benson
Another...
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“What dreadful hot weather we have! It keeps me in a continual state of...”
– Jane Austen
True dat, Jane.
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