rubbernecking

I think my roommate had a brain fart and miss took the kitchen rag for food last night or this morning. The time of day doesn't really matter. One end of the rag was torn and frayed. It wasn't like that before I went to bed and now it just doesn't make sense. Thank goodness he didn't eat the whole thing. The green rag was my favorite.

I pick all the onions and green peppers off my frozen supreme pizza before I cook it. Why can't Digiorno make a pizza with just the stuff I like?

The wreck on the other side of the interstate this morning caused a bigger traffic jam than the side with the wreck. Why rubberneckers? I know, I know, it's extremely difficult to not look at a bunch of idiots standing on the side of the road, doing nothing and kicking bumpers. But then, miraculously once it becomes difficult to turn your head for a peek, the traffic speeds back to normal. Absolutely amazing.

Why are the doors on showers made of glass but you rarely see clear shower curtains?

I'm pretty much feeling awesome now. Sittin on top of the world. I was on time to work for the first time this entire month yesterday morning. Will I get a promotion? Probably not. Do I deserve reward? Absolutely. Was I on time this morning? Nope.

How in the heck do my earplug wires get so tangled up from just sitting on the desk top or in the drawer? Every time I want to listen, it takes me at the least 60 seconds to uncross, untie, and straighten the wires. Sometimes I think it'd be easier to cut the knots out.

I'm tired, tired, tired of public restroom toilet paper being so difficult to use. The janitors cram the largest roll into the tightest space and expect the toilet users to be able to spin the roll and accumulate enough toilet paper for use. Ok, so you get the roll to spin, then the cheap crap tears off, leaving you only a few squares to work with. I pull and pull to get myself barely anything. Life is difficult.

Another restroom paragraph. I think it would be a wonderful idea for music to be piped into the throne room. Seriously, having music will not only help the toilet user relax, but also break up the awkward silence held by two or more potty seekers.

Frank: Anything? Well, uh I guess I, deep down, am feeling a little confused. I mean, suddenly, you get married, and you're supposed to be this entirely different guy. I don't feel different. I mean, take yesterday for example. We were out at the Olive Garden for dinner, which was lovely. And uh, I happen to look over at a certain point during the meal and see a waitress taking an order, and I found myself wondering what color her underpants might be. Her panties. Uh, odds are they are probably basic white, cotton, underpants. But I sort of think well maybe they're silk panties, maybe it's a thong. Maybe it's something really cool that I don't even know about. You know, and uh, and I started feeling... what? what I thought we were in the trust tree in the nest, were we not?
-Old School

What type of chocolate was first developed for public consumption in Vevey, Switzerland in 1875?

Last entry's answer was Babe Ruth.

honk honk

X-Games start tonight. I thought about showing Shaun White up since we're not on snow. Flying Tomato my butt.

Last night I really wanted to watch 300 since I've been pumping the iron lately. Blockbuster for some reason was out, so I had to make a trip to that dreaded Wal-Mart. Wal-Mart just isn't the same as it was back in my college town. No more pretty young women, just rednecks with mullets.

There is seriously something wrong with employees and the restroom here. I had yet another awkward experience while visiting the powder room. Guy in uniform walks in, bends over and looks under the stall then walks out. I'll follow the "Don't ask, don't tell" motto on this issue. The experience does not end there. After washing my hands way longer than the guy next to me, I exit to find uniform guy waiting in front of the door with a big smile on his face. I'm going to hold it the rest of the day. Walking back to my desk after this affair I was behind Trent, the maintenance man. He jumped around the wall of a cubicle into another man's office area. While jumping he flashed the double bird to the man on the phone and proceeded to laugh in his outside voice. I'm going to try that same exact thing next time I walk that way.

For the past week or so I've been on a kick with honking at everyone that is standing outside when I drive by. Something about seeing the super fast wave reaction tickles me. I don't know these people but they think I do. Just doing my part to make the community feel good about itself. Everyone wants to be recognized by a honk and/or a whistle/wave/scream/rock. I can't wait to drive home this afternoon.

Mississippi drivers did not get the memo that the far left lane in most states is considered the fast lane. Grandma seems to enjoy the view over there. Me in my not so sports car like Xterra enjoy driving fast. Get out of the way.

Sorry for not having an interesting post today.

My new favorite blogger, Miss Martini wants some more challenging questions. Try this one on for size sweetheart. ABC issued an email detailing their anti-indecency policy after an intern on which show appeared in Playboy?

Last entry's answer was a cord.