Friday, April 23, 2010

April 23, 2010



On the way to Disneyland. All smiles, as it should be. Of course this is about two and a half minutes before I made the one in front cry. What? Everyone knows girls get all emotional on the way to Disneyland...it's barely my fault.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

April 22, 2010



This is what I do when I start to feel sick. Half a gallon of water, two airborne tablets, and as much sleep as I can get. Works every time.

Wednesday, April 21, 2010

April 21, 2010



They sell these at the store by my work. Look, I'm not proud that they probably refer to me as "malt ball guy". But don't judge. It's an addiction. I have this one friend and her friend wrote a poem about her love of Mike & Ike's.

/He said, hoping someone will write a haiku about his love of malt balls in the comments.

Tuesday, April 20, 2010

April 20, 2010



Getting dressed for our fancy work dinner. I looked sharp, if I do say so myself. Except my pants were a little too big. Is that a subtle enough way to tell you I've lost weight? I'M NOT AS FAT AS I USED TO BE! How was that?

Monday, April 19, 2010

April 19, 2010



Do you ever wonder if there are ghosts in your backseat and if they'll show up in photographs? Me either.

Related thought: do you suppose ghosts only show up on film? Or to digital cameras work, too?

Semi related thought: Do you people like horror movies? I don't. Drag Me To Hell was traumatizing. But I still think ghosts are alright.

Sunday, April 18, 2010

April 18, 2010



Meta! This was the day I finally started catching up on all my posting responsibilities.

Thursday, February 25, 2010

February 25, 2010



My friend Luis called with the hook up on 8th row Warriors tickets. After begging and texting everyone I knew to go with me, my brother finally took pity on me and came along. It was a very entertaining game. The highlight: my brother explaining why he'd trade anyone on the Warriors for Chris Andersen of the Nuggets and not two seconds later, Steph Curry made Chris Andersen look really, really stupid.

Second highlight: I yelled "That's racist!" a little louder than I meant to after a black player fouled another black player and a black ref made the call.