I love all the kiddie pictures and costume stories.
Sadly, I think my 10+ years as a camp goer and counselor, for 8 weeks at a time (every summer), followed by 7 years working as a program director for seniors (assisted livings and nursing homes) completely burned me out for the rest of my life on dressing up in costumes. And decorating cubes and offices. I am not a grouch in the workplace about it, but I am definitely relieved that my current company doesn't push the decorating cubes and offices thing. I am sure I would feel differently if all of those years it wasn't my job to decorate and decorate and decorate.
Ugh. Just threw up again. I'm thinking this might be a codeine side effect, judging by the timing. Either that or I caught some kind of stomach bug.
Ugh, Hil. I'm sorry. Puking is my least favorite symptom to have.
Cute wee HKs!
Hunter-Killers?
smonster, for one, embraces the arrival of our robotic overlords and cannot wait to smish them and eat their widdle tootsie, nom nom!
Hello Kittys?
If all those Hello Kittys were alive, it would only take them seconds to eat her.
I just canceled on the Halloween party I was supposed to go to tomorrow. I don't think I'm feeling well enough to handle a party.
If all those Hello Kittys were alive, it would only take them seconds to eat her.
I dimly remember reading somewhere that being locked in a cage full was feral cats was a recognized means of execution in Germany in the middle ages. Some stranger said it on the internet, so it must be true.
So the girl I met in Dallas last week is not interested, which doesn't surprise me. It didn't seem like she was actually into me in any way. Just like every other girl my parents have found.
My mom asked if I wanted to go to India this December. "Yeah, right," I said. She pointed out wives my cousins had gotten from India and said they were nice, weren't they? "Yeah, they're nice, but I wouldn't want to marry them." She was just making the point that there are nice girls in India too. That seemed to be the only recourse since they were having no luck finding me a girl in America.
"And anything I ask you to do, you won't do it," she said. "You won't pray to God, since
you're
God."
"Fu—" Seriously, I was
this
close to saying, "FUCK YOU." Instead I said, "I will do
actual
things. Not a bunch of praying I don't believe in. That doesn't help anybody, God!"
Silence, silence, and then I said I had to get back to work and hung up.
You heard it here, folks: if only I believed in God, I would be married by now.
