13 June 2012

Was It for This My Life I Sought

current state of mind: aware

I think you should know
That green eyes
You're the one that I wanted to find
And anyone who tried to deny you
Must be out of their mind
~ “Green Eyes” by Coldplay

Firstly, I bit the inside of my cheek this morning. Before everyone starts screaming “bath salts” and “zombie plague”, please know that it was purely accidental. I did not enjoy it and I stopped as soon as it happened. So we are in the clear. Luckily, I am going to the dentist for my 6 month teeth cleaning this afternoon; and I love going to the dentist. I know that I have written about my unusual enjoyment of going to the dentist. There is something so wonderful about walking out of there knowing that your teeth are super clean and that there is no plaque in your mouth. Right? I think it must stem from all those Super Friends commercials for Crest that I watched as a child. Plaque bugs are BAD NEWS!!!!

Tickets for my favourite comedian, Mike Birbiglia, went on sale today here. The show is in October. Someone should buy me tickets. I love him. I won a contest once and was interviewed by him via Skype. It was really fun. I think that is why he is coming here; because I asked why he never ever comes to our lovely state. Also, one year I bought everyone in my family Mike Birbiglia swag for Christmas. They loved it. Well, they said they loved it. That is good enough for me.

This past weekend, I bought a new metal bed frame. My box-spring is no longer sitting on the floor. Thank goodness. I was sure some giant spider was going to find its way into the bed because there was no bed frame. Now I feel safe. Do not, under any circumstances, tell me that spiders can climb the metal bed frame or that they can come down from the ceiling on their magical little silk webs. I enjoy being willfully blind. Anyway, the spiders and I have a binding agreement: “You stay on the ceiling and in your web, I don’t feel any obligation to kill you.” I really hate killing spiders. It makes me sad. If they are slow moving, I catch them in a container and move them outdoors. If they are the really fast ones that look scary, I use the handheld vacuum and then dump them outdoors. If they touch me, I smoosh them so fast they don’t even know what hit them. Then I suffer from guilt for a couple of days. And I yell out a warning to all the other spiders who may be within ear shot that they are next if they break the agreement. It’s working pretty well thus far.

As Columbo always said, “Oh, just one more thing. . .” did anyone else besides me not realize that Trace Cyrus (Miley’s big brother) was the lead singer of Metro Station? I just found that out and it bothers me for some reason. They were far more talented than Hannah Montana and got none of the love from Billy Ray. Why is that?

PERSONAL NOTE: Cannot wait for Sunday’s Sailing Adventure!

CONFIDENTIAL NOTE: Bu ne diyor biliyor musunuz? Eh, sen?

Eidetic Vision

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