Wednesday, November 26, 2008

4 Aug 2006: Hydrogen Peroxide

Has anyone ever noticed that hydrogen peroxide always comes in that same brown plastic bottle? The brand may differ, but the bottle remains the same. I depend on that brown plastic bottle and its contents to remove the blood stains I so frequently get on my clothes. Lately, my hand has fallen victim to an Exacto knife. But now my pirate costume has authentic blood stains. I should probably get a sword to go along with it. A plastic one. I could really injure myself with a real one.

I helped build a deck. I actually built something. With screws and tools and everything. Today I celebrated by sitting on the deck in the sweltering heat and drinking tea and eating beef jerky (carne seca en espanol) for about an hour. After that, I just couldn't take it anymore and went inside. I'm very soft when it comes to heat toleration.

I have become strangely active. I just want to go outside and run. But it's hot out there. And at night it's dark and scary and there are scary things out there like armadillos and possums. I think my recent burst of energy is from all those chicken pitas I've been eating. Lots of protein, you know.

I have recently been introduced to the joys of Project Runway. I had never seen it until yesterday when Ben invited me over to watch it and drink margaritas. Not wanting to miss out on free booze, I went over there, and I must say I was not disappointed. That Project Runway is an absolutely delightful show. I feel compelled to watch it next week. Apparently people designing clothes is good TV. Bravo, Bravo Channel.

This weekend begins the first weekend installment of the Degrassi Every Episode Ever Marathon. I know what I'll be doing from Friday to Sunday.

I find myself dancing more and more each day. It's a sickness. Darn you, Ms New Booty. And darn you, Promiscuous. And darn you most of all, Sexy Back. I don't even like these songs, but I just can't stop myself. I'm ashamed at my behavior. I should stop listening to the radio or watching TV/commercials or talking to anyone or riding in cars with people.

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