little ineb

Why did I wait all week to watch this?

If you send me a weak email two months after we break-up [weak = without actual content], you may receive a reply like this one.

Hey, no one ever accused me of being a nice polite ex.  But more the type you don't want to run into drunk at a party.

I reached the end of the internet.  I'd hoped there would be a restaurant there too.  One that serves breakfast 24 hours a day... and booze... and desserts.  Wouldn't that be perfect?  Maybe I should open that diner, now that I am dangling my feet over the void that is the final edge of the internet, waiting for someone to make more of it...

I sit in my cubicle playing solitaire.... and from the neighboring cube I hear the distinctive double-clicking noise of someone playing minesweeper... and I can't help but wonder what the fuck we're suppose to be doing all day?

It appears I got my appetite back.  I'm not sure I missed it.

I really should have done that a long time ago.

Oh well.  Better late than never.  Definitely.

Hee

Sorry, no sock puppets here.

Theory: I need to learn to think before I act.

Proof: When it has been a cloudy windy wet night, it is a bad idea to sneak out of the Star Wars Museum just before dawn and start walking home.  You will get caught in a storm and have to call the boy, the one who was sleeping and so you left to avoid waking him up, and he'll have to wake up anyway now that he is coming to get you in the downpour.  When the car pulls up, you will get in without looking, cuz now that you are so soaked you could ring out your underpants, you will get into any car in the world. 

Theory: Boys find you sexy when you least expect it.

Proof: When you crawl into bed just before dawn, half dressed and soaking wet, completely embarrassed that you walked out of the Star Wars Museum in the middle of the night only to get caught in a rain storm and call him in need of being rescued, apparently that moment as you are feeling least sexy and most embarrassed, that is when you are unbelievably hot.  You will curl up, ready to fall asleep, but the boy has other plans.

Theory: Text message are more trouble than they are worth.

Proof: Text messages are more trouble than they are worth. 

I spent my week surfing here and this is what I found: