July 2008
- coworker: You were in a dream I had last night.
- me: Did I do something funny?
- Coworker: No, you stole my boyfriend.
i hadn’t watched the notebook in years and had the brilliant idea to start it today at 2:30 a.m. i freaking love this movie. why is it SO good? i NEED sleep.
high: a good friend of mine got engaged. first wedding i’m really excited to attend. first time I know i’ll actually have fun at the party.
low: meetings all day. supposedly getting a lot accomplished, but feeling like I didn’t actually DO anything.
Boyf
INSANE!!!
my theme just freaked the f out. so, i’m back to being boring. man! i liked it a lot. bah!
Where does your Tumblr name come from?- gooneruk
I’ve found that I learn a lot about people (especially people I’m close to) when I ask them to tell me the highest point and lowest point of their day. More often than not the “lows” are insignificant things that wouldn’t come up in normal conversation. Try it. You will learn things about people you didn’t know you wanted to know. Since my close friends & family became familiar with the question, it was quickly shortened into “high low?” … and there you have it.
(article via blakeley)
There are no words to explain how true this statement is in my life right now. sigh.
While watching Weeds, I was reminded of a time in high school when I accidentally crossed the border into Mexico. It was that type of incident that starts off with an innocent mistake and quickly spirals out of control. After taking the wrong freeway exit, I started second-guessing my sense of direction. Next thing I know I’m on the bridge crossing over and freaking out about what may or not be in the car (insurance, etc…). The freaking out causes me to miss the emergency u-turn back to El Paso, and BAM! I’m in Juarez getting inspected by immigration. Of course, I called EP… she coached me back to the motherland.
…She nonchalantly turned to the orderly and said, “Hey, Lenny, we got another one.” I guess many men, stunned by Mr. Russert’s sudden death, were doing just the same thing I was.
A doctor attached some wires to my body and conducted a quick EKG. “Mr. Bicks,” he said minutes later, “you are suffering a heart attack.”
