February 28, 2008
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Apparently going to sleep with your contacts in is an extremely bad idea. But I understand the motivation. Heck, if I had contacts and didn’t know better I’d see if they made dreams any more clear, too.
Using twenty dollar bills to buy small things makes me feel like I’m *making* money. I give them the twenty, and they give me tons of money back. I only gave them one bill, and they give me back several bills and lots of coins.
It’s a good thing blood isn’t an odorless, colorless liquid. If it was, you could get shot and be like, “Oh no, I’ve spilled something on myself. And I suddenly have an acute cramp. Ouch.” Or it’s wintertime and you think you’re crying and have a runny nose … when really, you have *serious* problems.
I feel bad for middle names; they must feel so left out. Names are like a cruel game of monkey in the middle. But sometimes on registration forms the middle name gets some credit: but it’s only the initial! That’s like picking him to play on the team, but then only giving him ten seconds of playing time.
Perhaps the middle name was meant as a backup for people with terrible first names. Or for people like my friend, Stephen Joseph Stephens III. (He goes by Joey).
I like to buy donuts from one donut place, then go walk into another one eating it and say to the cashier, “You know, you guys really ought to lock your back door,” and then run away real fast.
Have a wonderful evening, friends!
Comments (6)
hahahaha! this just made my night, thank you.
I love that list…esp about the blood. That was hilarious. And I totally agree about the whole buying stuff with big bills thing.
ryc: How did you get injured?
I tried to make everyone call me by my middle name (Marie) when I was in third grade. That lasted for exactly one recess. Then my teacher called on me by my first name, and that was the end of that. Poor, poor middle names.
Contacts + Sleep = Dried-up, crusty, disgusting mess. At least in my case.
Here in Thailand we deal in 100 B and 1000 B bills. Yep, it’s pretty nice to hand 1000 B to the cashier to pay for a 5 B water… that’s an awful lot of change.
Is life treating you well, my friend?
Middle names get left out so often. I feel bad for mine. I have two, and one used to be my last name. He must feel terrible. One minute he’s the most important name, by which paychecks and doctors and banks recognize me, and the next, he’s religate to the middle were I can’t always decide whether to pick him or the other one when they only offer once space for an intial. ~ L
haha! i saw that you stopped by so i thought i’d visit and say hi… your post is hilarious! i love the note about the donuts… i really want to try that now
i hope you have a great day 
~alysa