just thonkin

last night, at o'sullivans for keri's birthday, i had a creamer in my hand, one of those little plastic tubs with ridged sides that you can do so many fun tricks with. i was tryin to come up with a trick, but i didn't want to get cream everywhere. i flicked it like a coin with my thumb across the table, and it landed exactly in a glass of water. that was neat.

a couple weeks ago elise and i were shooting at each other with those foam disc guns, and i shot one from my gun into the slot on her gun. my stepdad saw it (i had seen it but thought i was imagining things. that happens a lot) and yelled.


have you ever been lying in bed with someone, and they're facing you, think reverse-spooning, and you aren't quite ready to sleep, but they're out and moving would be hard, and they have maybe some funny-smelling breath, and you don't want to smell it the whole night. so you synchronize your breathing, breathing in when they breathe in, etc? or if they smell awesome, you do the opposite, breathing in when they breathe out, so as to maximize the breath-smelling going on? i do.

how come christmas trees so often go from an object of love to one of hate? about now, when some people (pointing at my office, where the kindling-dry tree still sits) still have them up, and they are dropping needles at an alarming rate. any spark in the vicinity would re-create the scene from Christmas Vacation. from such a tender symbol to pure hatred. like parents or co-workers.

yesterday i stole a basket from my office that had pears, apples, tiny cookies, sausage, cheese, and the most random square of yellow...cake? cornbread? i dunno. it was just stuck on the side of this odd basket. also, there were chocolate balls. none of it has tasted good so far. that basket: a disappointment.