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Lawn Scrabble
I need to go to Home Depot tomorrow and get the supplies to do this myself. I wonder if they sell artistic talent, too?
For a moment, it was like the world only existed for me… but then I realized something even better: I am not alone in my insane obsessions.
I feel like making lists today. I:
-got married while barefoot.
-named a pet fish “Sushi.”
-was an official screamer for a haunted house (my throat ached for days).
-named my son after two musicians (but also my father-in-law).
-learned to read before I was three (thanks, mom).
-won tickets to Coachella to see the one band I never thought I’d get to see (yay, Pixies reunion!).
-never learned to play the cello (how sad).
-wish I had more time for everything (wait, that’s not unusual or notable!)
-realize this is a waste of everyone’s time, including my own.
I swear I’ve had the same convo re: the truth ads. They make me want to smoke again out of spite.
Decided this weekend that my dream job would be to travel around with companies who tear down buildings and photograph their work. I really need to work toward that, because it would be pretty much perfect. Classward-ho, I guess!
Probably the most awesome thing ever.
So I was thinking… there are so many things going on that were prophesied for the future years ago. Food shortages, long-running, useless wars, major devaluation of the dollar, prices on everything increasing rapidly. We’re living on the edge of a dystopia and now that we’re here, no one seems to think it’s much of a big deal. Here’s your future.
What does it say about me when I have to put “update Facebook” on my damn to-do list? Which is, by the way, extraordinarily long.
Christopher just reminded me of something — once, while admiring a Mac Pro at CompUSA (RIP), I typed in TextEdit, “This is a computer for rich people,” and walked away.
Now I have one. So why aren’t I rich?
