Hello, my friend. Hello.

It's been a while, huh? I've been wanting to post but I really don't have much to say. I still don't have anything exciting to talk about but I figure, what the fuck. Why not.

For dinner tonight I had a bowl of cereal, a piece of chocolate cake, and a beer. Obviously, I had only myself to feed tonight, so I went with the deliciousness.
Then.
I smoked a clove.

Because that's when a smoke tasts best. After supper.

(name that movie, anyone?)

I still don't get the whole wheelchair thing. Probably because I refuse to click it. But if it's for someone who's, say, color blind, wouldn't it make more sense to have it say something like "Hey! If you're color blind and you can't see the verification letters, CLICK HERE!"? I mean, why the wheelchair? Wouldn't that be offensive to someone who needs to click the wheelchair? Like, "Oh, what are you saying, just because I can't read I'm handicapped?" Never underestimate the power of the handicapped. Ah, good old Jim Carrey. My sister used to love that.

Not because she's handicapped or anything.

I've never seen anyone address this subject so here goes.

Why is there a little wheel chair symbol next to the word verification box? I recently noticed it, I don't know if it's always been there. I want to click on it but I don't want Blogger to think I'm handicapped.

Oh no.

What if it's just there for me?

Tell me you guys see it too.
You do, right?

(Hey Grace, I'm posting 2 minutes before 12:30, shhh)

I luv my job.

My brain must not be working well right now because I just made the weakest pot of coffee ever. I went to pour myself a cup and I'm thinking, this is entirely too clear. I'm blaming my cold, on which I also blame my inability to type this morning, as well as my random blabbering about nothing. It's a good thing there's nobody else here who drinks coffee or they would be sorely disappointed in me. I'm disappointed in myself.

I work for a very small company, so when someone comes into the office, chances are I know the person. Just now a currier guy came in that I've never seen and scared the heck out of me. He walks in all fast, heads straight towards me, instead of the counter. Why am I such a pansy? Seriously?

Outlook gave me the greatest tip of the day today:

When you compose a new message, briefly summarize what the message is about in the subject line. That way, the recipient will know what your message is about before they even open it up.

Can you believe how helpful that is? Thanks, Bill.

And now I'm going to eat a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I brought it for lunch but I want it now. You can't stop me.


**Edit
Then I answered the phone and said my name was Sydney, not Cindy. Maybe it's the lack of caffeine.

Hi, Wednesday

I may have made a huge mistake last night.

I cut my bangs.

I can't decide if they look cute or if I cut them too short and they look stupid. Fortunately, I have enough on my mind to prevent me from worrying about it too much. I'll let you worry about it.

Ok, I'm done talking shit about TT.

I spent the weekend having fun with my kid. I know you all want to hear about it. I just know it. You want to know the cool things about kids?

They don't care how you look
You can totally double dip in the ranch and they won't even notice
All you have to do is make a silly face and they laugh
You can spend twenty minutes throwing a ball back and forth down the hallway and it's fun

We watched Sky High a couple of times. Yeah, kids like to watch the same thing over and over. Kind of like men.


You know, Linda Carter is in that movie and she's still looking pretty hot. I was impressed.

Why do you think she's holding her finger up like that? She obviously wants one, but one what?


One Kelly Preston, maybe?

I take it back.

Terra hates humanity.

Breaking news:

Terra is nice.

Now back to your regular programming.

Tuesday Morning

My son is walking around the house singing Jingle Bells. I don't know if I should laugh or smack him until he stops.

I'm putting a new song up today by Belle & Sebastian. It's my new favorite song and will probably remain my favorite song for at least a week, so check it out. It makes me feel good and it makes me dance in my car.

I'm going to meet Ian for lunch in San Francisco today. If I don't come back, please call 911.

Thanks.

Never give your camera to TT when she's been hitting the bottle.

This picture was on my camera this morning, and I can't figure out what the hell it is.

Any ideas?

There were also several pictures of us doing retard impressions. We're so going to hell.

I can't change my song because Streamload is apparently doing an "upgrade". Fuckers.

I wish I was the moon tonight.

Do you remember believing in wishes? Do you remember the power that came with blowing out the candles or getting the bigger half of the wishbone?

I walked past a water fountain with my son yesterday and he asked for a penny. I gave him two and he stood there with his eyes shut and whispered "I wish I had a dog!" and threw the penny as if it held the secrets of the universe. Then he did the same thing for his second wish; "I wish I was a grown up!"

On the way back I gave him a few more pennies. He was so excited; he said "you're giving me a lot of wishes!" and ran over to the fountain. These were his wishes:

I wish I had a pool
I wish I was a super hero
I wish I had one hundred friends
I wish I had a water fountain (talk about easily influenced...)


(I wish I could believe in magic again.)

(hey Ty, you see that period inside the parenthesis?)

I bought a three dollar brownie.

It was a fucking good brownie.

I don't know if it was worth three dollars but it was pretty fucking good.

Someone tell me

Who is this Sam Hill and why does everybody want to know just what the Sam Hill is going on here?

It's mime time.

Help! I'm stuck inside this invisible box! Look at me, there are invisible walls all around me and I can't get out. I have no alcohol and it's Cinco de Mayo! Someone please help me!









Oh no wait, I suppose it's meme time. I was tagged for this a few weeks ago by Catheroo and I've managed to avoid it with the usual excuses, I'm too busy, I'll do it next time, maybe if I wait long enough she'll forget, etc. Then I was tagged again by Yankee Bob. I figure there's no getting out of it this time since
1. god hates me because I don't believe in him/her/it, and
b. at least I'm not reviewing sappy chick flicks like some other hard ass turned mush pot that we know, and f-u-r-t-h-e-r-m-o-r-e...
I'm too excited to sleep!

So I guess I'm supposed to list six or ten or twelve odd facts about myself. I don't know really, it looks like the people chosen keep trying to one up each other. But since we all know that I've never been what you'd call an over-achiever, I'm just going to start a list and see where I get. And since I'm not at all odd, this list may be very short. The other reason it could be short is because I will lose interest in about six minutes and just post this sucker. Also, I don't like to talk about myself. Ha.

1. I refuse to discuss bodily functions. Don't even try it.

2. My worst fear is dying naked. Well, I guess that's my second worst fear. At least I'm dead at that point, which would be better than being injured naked and having to be rescued by the fire department or something. I have no doubt that my leg could be severed and I'd still drag my bleeding self to get some clothes on before calling 911.

3. I have dislocated my knee in the following ways:

a. spinning in circles
b. playing badminton
c. turning a cartwheel
d. walking backwards (broke my arm at the same time, I'm so graceful)
e. kicking a ball (a big ball)
f. taking a street dancing class (apparently I suck at it)
g. I think that's all?

4. I can't remember my childhood.

5. If you ask me something there's a good chance I just won't answer you. Not because I'm trying to be difficult but because I don't know. If you ask me what I want for dinner and I don't know what I want, I won't tell you I don't know, I just won't answer the question. It's frustrating, I'm told.

6. I don't hold grudges. Mostly because I just don't want to, but also because I will eventually forget I'm supposed to be mad at you.

7. Blood and guts doesn't bother me at all, but that dog come in the eclair scene from Van Wilder made me want to vomit.

8. For some reason Freddie Krueger scares the living hell out of me. Jason I can handle, the Exorcist I can handle, but Freddie Krueger, no way. Scares me.

Yeah, I'm done now. I got to eight and I'm pretty proud of that.
So, just to be a bitch, I choose Cat, Amy, and Triman to do this next.
(#9. I cannot do an evil laugh to save my life. I've actually been told that my evil laugh may be the least evil thing ever heard)
Oh yeah, here's #10. I have to change the time I publish my posts. I prefer it to be right on the hour, like right now it's five minutes to ten but I'm making it say 10 anyway. Runner up is a half hour, 10:30 would be acceptable. Occasionally I will have to make it :45, but only because I don't want to be a liar. But that's it. You will not see my posts at 10:07 or 4:52. If you ever see that call the cops because someone murdered me and is impersonating me on my blog. I don't want to point any fingers but you might take a close look at TerraT...

I forgot to tell you

The other day I saw this blond chick wearing a T-shirt that said "I had a nightmare I was a brunette".

Ew.

I don't know much about this sort of thing.

So maybe you can help.
I went to Triman's blog today and was greeted by a slut with messy hair, right? (pause, while you click the link and check her out)
Ok, ready to move on?
Fine, I'll wait...
...
...
Ready now?
Great.
So, what I don't understand is why the porn girls think that a stoned look is a sexy look. They seem to have those stoned looking eyes, at least from what I've seen on Ty's blog. I don't look at a lot of pictures like these other than what the bloggers leave out there for us. Maybe I'm wrong, or maybe it's just Ty who prefers his girls drugged because they're less resistant.
Or are they really all just stoned?

I don't know these things. Maybe I should do a little more research.