Someone came up to me today and remarked “Your hair has gotten longer. Good job!”
I looked at him puzzled and could only respond with “Thank you? It happens from breathing in and out daily and not cutting it.”
“Awesome! Keep doing that!”
I discussed this with a friend on break at work and then we started to discuss which hair color looks best on me. At the end of the conversation of tresses and hues, he asked when the precise moment was that he turned gay. I shrugged and asked him to quickly tell me what was decoratively wrong with the cafeteria. He paused, looked around as if he were truly thinking it over- then he damned me and walked away.
This was after he noted that I was up in the heavens- a part of a J-pop girl band and as they were sent to Japan, I hit a fluffy cloud and bounced happily to the U.S. “Wheeee! Happy fluffy cloud time!” I couldn’t disagree.
I wanted to throw that out there.
I’m also on a mad mission to pretend I’m using a Mac. I’ve installed a Safari browser and I’ve matched Thunderbird to look like it. I have a basket full of apples on my end table and I say “Mac” a lot.
Windows is a decision I regret daily.
Mentally I go back to the mid-90′s and I review myself purchasing my computer system. I was so young and moronic. I didn’t even really want a computer, I didn’t think I’d use the computer… I mean seriously, “What would I do with it?”Windows seemed standard and did the needful for the needless.
If only I could turn back the hands of time.I used to have the mentality of, “My experiences make me who I am today.” I now know how wrong I was. I’m half the person I should be all because of Windows.
I bet if you have a Mac you don’t have to go by daylight saving time. I bet Mac users also have dates and their socks don’t holes in odd places. Bill Gates, you’ve ruined my social life.
Another odd observant in the past 24 hours. I’ve realized that 3 of three high school boyfriends are now married, Morman and living in Idaho. I’m not sure what that means… Coincidence? Do they all go to the same temple and not know they have me in common? I hope the latter because that would mean there isn’t an “I hate Dawn club” that was formed by ex-boyfriends… until they read this and realize that it’s a good idea and needed.
Tonight I’m going to view American Idol and I’m looking forward to it. I’ve officially become mainstream.
Please kill me?
