The Namesake

Big 'n Rich
Different versions of the lemon drink.
A burrito, a pizza, some Subway, some pasta, In and Out, the Dispensery, Corn Flakes...

Or, anything from my wish list.

Thoughts in Thirty Seconds or Less
I'm fasting people.

Somehow I allowed myself to be talked into doing a fast. We're, you know, more than one day in. The colors that are appearing in front of my eyes are amazing. People should not see these colors in normal life. Theoretically, I'll be well grounded and centered and clear minded once this is over. I can't process thoughts for more than 30 seconds at a time. I forgot to pay my car payment. Then I realized I remembered to pay my car payment but mailed the wrong coupon. Then I curled up on my floor and cried because I couldn't process thoughts for more than thirty seconds at a time. So what you can enjoy at this moment is a journal entry of thoughts processed thirty seconds at a time.

Paulatics. It's THE BEST SONG EVER. I love his call out to Paula when he's all like, "Straight Up." Not only that, but here's my take. I hope she did do him. I hope she made that boy work for hours every night. I hope she schooled him. But I hope she honestly isn't responsible for picking the clothes he wore on AI, because OHMY.

Speaking of AI, say it with me, please: Go Bo.

I'm headed to PA for a week or so next week. If you haven't given me a holler about that, you should. THAT MEANS YOU, POOK. I'm going to eat pieroges with impunity because of this fast.

Last night I found myself dreaming of eating at TGI Fridays. That's wrong, right? I mean, even in the heart of fasting, a person shouldn't dream of that, right?

Actually said at work today, "The problem I have with that comp is that there's too much sex and not enough poker on the sex one and too much poker and not enough sex on the poker one and ... OhmyGod ... Are you supposed to login on that girl's boobs?"

Laremy came out to visit over the weekend and it was the nicest thing ever. Shamus and I sat at coffee for an hour. Halff and I sat in the hot tub for an hour. There was rich and abundant food. We went to brunch the next day, which was mother's day, to celebrate my barrenness , but whatever. Anyway, without going into the whole story, here's something I actually ended up saying to the waiter at brunch, "Look, I mean, I'm not trying to be a bitch or a difficult customer or anything ... please don't think I'm like that ... but ... (slams glass down on the table) this ISN'T EVEN how you MAKE a MOJITO."

Don't ask.

The new Wynn casino is actually kind of underwhelming.

If I could just have an Egg McMuffin right now all would be well with the world.

I want to marry Nick Denton.

I want to have Nick Denton's witty and smart children.

However, for all I know, Nick Denton is a large man with back hair, so maybe I should do some more research on that first.

Fasting makes me write poetry. What's up with that?

A week ago, I was all like, "I'm going to make the invitations for K-Yo's bachelorette party myself!" That wasn't such smart thinking.

Halff fixed the wireless at my house. Apparently it was just set up so that there was no chance any hacker could get in. Now I can surf from the bathtub.

Anway, back to the lemon drink. I mean, who thinks fasting is normal? Yeah. Exactly.