October 2009
20 posts
my dad and I gchat
me (on my reward for being good about calling my grandparents): I would accept a trophy. I want the statue to be of me talking on the phone and I can be wearing a yarmulke (sp?) to drive home that I was talking to grandma and grandpa. And on the bottom it will read "CUTEST"
dad: wow. i can tell you've been taking a religion class . . you spelled yarmulke right!!!
i think.
me: I think I just know how to spell it because I occasionally make jokes about them over email.
me: Good thing jews don't believe in hell!!
dad (at the same time I wrote "Jews don't believe in hell"): uh oh . . you're going straight to hell.
dad: ohhh my fingers don't type as fast as yours!
me: I WIN!!!
I cried at Pam and Jim’s wedding. I am not ashamed.
I’ve been listening to the same three songs for the past four days or so: Rihanna “Disturbia”, Santogold “Lights Out”, and the Miles Fisher cover of “This Must Be The Place”. I don’t know whats going on, but if someone looked at my Recently Played playlist on itunes they would think I’ve been spending a lot of time in the clubs. The kicker...
Sometimes when I’m cold I do the dishes just so I can have my hands in hot water.