Here’s today’s random phobia — I’m in my car in a parking garage, roof down. As I am paying, the chick in the booth is really quick to raise the gate, but then she’s slow in taking the money and counting back my change. It looks like all the cash register-type stuff is done, but she’s moving glacially (probably because she’s talking into a telephone headset). It’s been so long since the gate was raised, I’m convinced it’s on a timer and is going to crash onto me right as I pass through it. While I wait, I envision the ensuing decapitation.<\/p>\n
Here’s today’s random nice thought — I think I like my beau, because he takes my ridiculousness at face value. Earlier I left him voice mail in which I said I was “looking for my baby” and then I formally introduced myself and babbled something stupid about needing to introduce myself, because I couldn’t be certain there weren’t other callers referring to him as their baby. I’m pretty sure he won’t hold it against me.<\/p>\n
Here’s another random nice thought — (Jesus, two? I’m a regular ball of flaming sunshine.) Anyway in about the span of a week two different friends from two different past periods have been in touch. Always fun to hear from the past and find out what’s up in the current.<\/p>\n
Here’s a random stupid observation — As of today, 42 people have voted as to whether I should stay or go (It’s running about 75%\/25% in favor of my getting the hell out of Dodge). Of course, 42 is the answer to life, the universe, and everything.<\/a> Which, incidentally, I took as a good sign when I bought my house. And, 42 is the age of a certain boy I like. So, there you are.<\/p>\n Here’s a random Internet tidbit (courtesy of fark.com<\/a> — From the NY Post:<\/i><\/a><\/p>\n Luke and Katrina Grant have tied the knot \u00ef\u00bf\u00bd a month after he stabbed her in the chest during a drunken attack. Katrina, 36, of Warwickshire, England, needed 12 stitches after Luke, 22, attacked her for having pre-wedding jitters. “People think I’m crazy, but no one knows him like I do. I love him. He’s worth a second chance,” she said. Bill Hoffmann, Wire Services<\/p><\/blockquote>\n Ahhh, womens, they sure be crazy when they in love. Thank god I’m impervious to human emotion.<\/p>\n (I also liked the mouse chewing and the bathroom crucifix. While I welcome a miracle, I wouldn’t want to have to tidy up for the parade of tourists.)<\/p>\n Finally, here are a couple of random things for anyone interested in these hear newfangled weblogs — From Time<\/i> magazine, “Meet Joe Blog.”<\/a> And, by way of Paul, my jesting\/jousting nemesis<\/a> on the bane of my comic existence (apart from open mikers),<\/a> there’s Project Blog<\/a> with folks doing this kind of shite for charity. Sounds like a good idea, but I’m on the fence about the requisite sleep deprivation. (I wonder how fast I could lose my job if I decided to blog for the non-profit that pays me. Somehow, I don’t think they’d groove on my complete blood red hatred of the goddamn DEMONware conversion.<\/a> Not that losing my job would be a bad thing.)<\/p>\n Oh, and what’s up with the random blank post below?<\/p>\n