Everyone in my office is at a Cubs game on the rooftop. Is it weird that I have absolutely ZERO interest in going?
Is it strange that my latest habit is to find weird heavy metal people on Myspace and am fascinated by them, and maybe slightly jealous that I’m a repressed, sneaker-wearing, non-musical, middle-minder?
Is it odd that my first instinct when I see a cop is to pull the gun out of his holster and shoot it? (not shoot the cop, just shoot the gun)
Does it make sense that when I told John maybe I should be a vegetarian he said that that would never happen, but he could see me being a breadatarian?
Do you know that we have some kind of oil splatter all over the wall over where the dog eats?
Is it bad that the only thing I want to do this weekend is ride my bike to Evanston?
Huh. Well. Okay then.
Happy Friday everyone!
Here’s a pic of Sabrina with her helmet on backwards.
1 comment:
when i see cops, i also want to grab or touch their gun. i hate guns, i've never shot one, but i always think ... how badly would i die if i just tried to grab that thing?
cause they just seem so OUT there. it's weird to me.
i'm weird, though. (but i definitely would have taken your ticket to the cubs game!)
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