Showing posts with label 23. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 23. Show all posts

Monday, August 6, 2007

beads for bourbon

I'm eager to report that America's favorite color is green. Even if the poll would have chosen a different color The Girl's vote would have trumped it. So eat that blue, orange, red, brown, maroon, purple, yellow, gold, and pink. On a downer note, Old Guy will not be present at work all week. As a result the remaining post for the next 4 days will be painfully dull. He happens to be in the city that is below sea level, New Orleans. I suspect that he didn't pack clothes, but rather a suitcase full of beads. That city will never be the same.

Nothing exciting happened to me at all this weekend. Friday night I rented The Number 23 and watched it by myself in the dark. I cannot wait till I turn 24, the thought of being 23 right now just scares me. Today's date: 08/06/2007. 0+8+0+6+2+0+0+7=23

Saturday night The Girl and I saw the Bourne Ultimatum, she didn't pay. I truly think that there's nothing Jason Bourne can't do. (That sentence has a double negative, I hope it makes sense.) Except beat me up, with his hand tied behind his back while sitting down. My favorite song in the whole movie was at the end while the credits were rolling. Too bad The Girl was ready to leave.

At the vending machine earlier my crackers did not fall. I only thought that happened on tv. When I came back with more money the crackers had fallen and were missing. I hope they were good. I'm hungry.

Beatrice: What on earth was it?!
Edgar: Sugar.
Beatrice: I've never seen sugar do that.
Edgar: Give me sugar...In water...More.
Beatrice: Edgar, your skin! It's -- it's -- just hanging off your bones!
Edgar: That better?
-Men in Black

How many flowers are in the design stamped on each side of an Oreo cookie?

Last entry's answer was yes, for around 15 seconds.