Boring Stuff That Doesn’t Even Deserve an Entry.
It’s hot here. If I recall correctly last year when I started complaining I used the phrase “Africa kind of hot”. Possibly even beyond “Africa kind of hot”. I never thought I could live anywhere on the planet that would be too hot for me but, this may be it. It’s a little before five, and it’s cooling down to a chilly ninety five degrees.
We’re leaving for the mid west sometime around Monday, so, I won’t have much more time to complain.
Here are some main points out of this week that I may or may not feel compelled to expand upon:
1. I’m still enamored with my beautiful, white ibook. It just told me in a soothing woman computer voice that “it’s five o’clock”.
2. The lizard that Jason the cat caught and released that was living inside the subwoofer came out. My stealthy husband Andrew caught him with his manly bare hands and set him free in the park next door. I did not get to witness the event because I was getting my hair did.
3. My hair didn’t come out as I anticipated. It was a cross between Cruella DeVille and redneck trailer trash. She was apologizing, I was apologizing (I don’t know why, I just was). She fixed it a few days later at no charge. I now look like the LA hipster, too cool for school, 34 still thinking that I’m 24, that I was originally shooting for.
4. Baseball season has been going on for about two months, and it’s going really well. There have been no tears, throwing things, tantrums or doubts from either one of us. Alright, maybe a few, but they’re always minor, and mostly related to being overly hungry. Not to say that things couldn’t take a turn for the worse, but I really think that this third season will be the charm.
5. Vlad the Russian is visiting from Colorado. Andy and Vlad are downstairs heatedly discussing all things gambling.
6. We have begun to hatch another “hair brained scheme” that rivals baseball in its undertaking. But it’s not official yet since it has no code name. Also it will only begin in earnest when baseball is over.
7. If you are related to me genetically (i.e. parents) and read this website, you can read it, just don’t tell me about it. This website was originally designed for me to use the word “fuck” alot and talk about things people genetically related to me generally were not meant to read. I mean, normally I really don’t do or say anything here that I wouldn’t write or tell anyone on the planet earth, but, I like to have that option. So, I’m just going to keep swearing and living my “devil may care” life and pretend that I’m just talking to myself as usual.
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