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You know it's hot when you actually want to spend time at work because at least it has AC.
I have read two books in two days (which is more than I read in the past 3 months, thankyouverymuch) because you just can't do anything. It's too hot. You know what I'm sayin'?
No more hot talk. I promise. *slyly crosses fingers*
Okay. I'm driving home from work today and I see a plastic bag on the side of the road with clothes slipping out of it. Is it weird that I have empathy for a plastic bag and clothes? I always imagine that some little girl is sobbing hysterically because her favorite Disneyland shirt was in the plastic bag and it flew out of the car and now she's frantically looking for it and is absolutely inconsolable. Why do I think this? I don't know. But I can SEE it. It's there. It sticks itself into my brain and everytime I see those abandoned, little bags I just get sort of sad. Poor clothes. Poor little girl looking for her favorite shirt. Now, I have no idea why her favorite shirt is in the plastic bag and I have no idea why it flew out the window (and the story changes almost every time I think about it) but it did.
I know. Weird.
I feel like I should be watching some fandom related stuff, but I'm really not in the mood. I just can't. Ehh ... maybe I can. X-Files is always good for some cranial twisting. Not literally ... although there was that one episode. Wasn't there?
Lastly (mostly because I really want to use my 'peanut butter' tag again), I used up the last of my creamy peanut butter the other day and figured that I would use up the little jar of crunchy that was just hanging out. I'm not sure where it came from or even why we have it because (in all honesty) I'm the only one who buys peanut butter and I didn't buy this jar. Yes, I'm that picky about my peanut butter. Anyway. I used to only buy crunchy and I was very, very surprised when it just didn't do it for me. I love peanut butter. Love.It. How could this peanut butter have been faulty? I don't know. Fortunately, I have a spare jar of creamy in the garage and won't have to go without.
Although I am considering giving the crunchy another chance. We'll see how that turns out.
I have read two books in two days (which is more than I read in the past 3 months, thankyouverymuch) because you just can't do anything. It's too hot. You know what I'm sayin'?
No more hot talk. I promise. *slyly crosses fingers*
Okay. I'm driving home from work today and I see a plastic bag on the side of the road with clothes slipping out of it. Is it weird that I have empathy for a plastic bag and clothes? I always imagine that some little girl is sobbing hysterically because her favorite Disneyland shirt was in the plastic bag and it flew out of the car and now she's frantically looking for it and is absolutely inconsolable. Why do I think this? I don't know. But I can SEE it. It's there. It sticks itself into my brain and everytime I see those abandoned, little bags I just get sort of sad. Poor clothes. Poor little girl looking for her favorite shirt. Now, I have no idea why her favorite shirt is in the plastic bag and I have no idea why it flew out the window (and the story changes almost every time I think about it) but it did.
I know. Weird.
I feel like I should be watching some fandom related stuff, but I'm really not in the mood. I just can't. Ehh ... maybe I can. X-Files is always good for some cranial twisting. Not literally ... although there was that one episode. Wasn't there?
Lastly (mostly because I really want to use my 'peanut butter' tag again), I used up the last of my creamy peanut butter the other day and figured that I would use up the little jar of crunchy that was just hanging out. I'm not sure where it came from or even why we have it because (in all honesty) I'm the only one who buys peanut butter and I didn't buy this jar. Yes, I'm that picky about my peanut butter. Anyway. I used to only buy crunchy and I was very, very surprised when it just didn't do it for me. I love peanut butter. Love.It. How could this peanut butter have been faulty? I don't know. Fortunately, I have a spare jar of creamy in the garage and won't have to go without.
Although I am considering giving the crunchy another chance. We'll see how that turns out.
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