mr krabs keeping it real

saturday morning cartoons are darker than i remember

poste

i love the silence snow brings. i mean the constant sqeal of tires spinning out.

cable out? pour a glass of wine and watch the pandemonium of DC drivers

that crazy baltimore

eating pizza. minding my own business. and suddenly: a mack truck pulling a parade float that is a basketball court drives by. on it's way to nothing in particular.

big brother's throne

i made a throne for big brother with all his favorite things to sleep on within an on-call petting radius and then i was horrified at my crazy cat ladiness. maybe 11 steps from now i'll put it all away.

the tilted kilt

it's hooters, only it's an irish pub.
only it's not an irish pub at all.
but they got a couple of parts right.

the no splash zone

as a kid i never got splashed when i sat in the splash zone. like, ever. it was a curse. but as an adult i see it as a special talent. any seat i pick is guaranteed to remain dry.

...i didn't pick the seats for the dolphin show this time.

aquarium!

the aquarium smells funny. it's definitely cause they feed everything cabbage.

corner kids

our school had "the corner" just outside the Drug Free School Zone where rebels, ruffians, and cool kids gathered to smoke, spit, flirt, and proudly display their coolness to everyone walking home. and along with all the cool teenagers there was always the uber cool 20-something that stopped by to hang out and was like a king among cool kids.

looking back... wtf? don't ever be that guy.

south pacific

the best thing about it was the old men in wheelchairs behind us quasi-singing along and making snorting sounds and outbursts

a bit dramatic

i can't tell if i should panic because my chest pains are pre-heart attacks or not because it's gas.

meet mt. laundry

mt laundry was born over the holidays.
i was good at doing the laundry, but not at folding the laundry.
so a clean pile grew.
and grew.
and i came home every night and looked at it disapprovingly.
and one night i told myself if i moved my clean pile to the living room i could watch a movie while i folded so it wouldn't be that bad.
and ever since mt laundry and i sit angrily by eachother like 2 fat girls sharing a seat on the metro.

there is no part of this that is relaxing

blindfolded and left alone in a tiny room with what is confirmed to be a hot brick wrapped in a towel on my stomach for reasons that are not clear to me.
this is relaxing.
this is relaxing.
this is relaxing.
this is relaxing..

and happy new year!

cheers to new traditions

cheers to old traditions

twins twin talk.

preferably over a schmancy dinner