Yawn. Lazy week.
I just laughed out loud at the bit on the Daily Show about Daylight Saving Time. I’m sitting here listening to Regina Spektor’s first album, wishing I had kept taking piano lessons when I was a kid. And thrown in singing lessons for good measure. I just want to sit around and warble about random shit I see. Which is kind of what I do here, but I think I’d rather do it to music.
That’s a cool picture. Why don’t you stick your hand up there?
I used to have an intense fear of ceiling fans. I recall sitting awake in bed one night worrying that one would fall on my bed and cut my face up while I was sleeping.
I’m insane.
Yes, you’re insane, but not because of the ceiling fan thing; I still worry about the really wobbly ones. And my fear was reinforced the other day when my mom and dad’s living room ceiling fan just freaking broke out of nowhere — one of the paddles (is that what they’re called?) just fell to the ground.
Luckily the thing wasn’t running, or else Johnny Reb might have lost his good eye.
Sorry, but that photo looks like a ginormous breast and areola. =8-0
Sorry that I keep drunk text-messaging you.
You guys are NUTS. If any random inanimate object looks like a boob, it’s the last photo of this post.
Your blog is interesting!
Keep up the good work!