knarly.

the cute, impossibly charming, though spelling inept surfer boy is home from down under for a visit next week.

i'm just saying.

A little restraint, please! LOL;)

I think someone needs to invent a function or tool to 'annoycheck' emails, posts, text messages and the like. This AnnoyCheck function would alert the author to the number of times LOLs - ! - ;) and every other punction mark, emoticon and initialism that exists in our muddled lexicon, has been used.

Because seriously, who laughs out loud that often writing one freaking email?

you can't make this shit up.

Aroused pet camel smothers woman, 60
An Australian woman was killed by a pet camel given to her as a 60th birthday present after the animal apparently tried to have sex with her...

For me to choose

Driving home from post-ultimate drinks and a bite to eat with C and her man, I flipped about on the local radio stations to find something to carry me home. As the first notes of REM's "Everybody Hurts" started to play on one, I hopped over to the button next door and recognized U2's "Beautiful Day."

Having felt that a bit of an unshakable grey cloud has been following me around the past few weeks, I had a choice to make.

Choose the song that would wrap around me like a cozy blanket and indulge my melancholy, or choose the one that would let me climb on top of it, giving me a platform to dance, sing or do whatever I felt like.

I decided it was a beautiful day
and so is today.

deal with it already

finally, they're gone.

after a year or two of avoidance
followed by a year or two of half hearted attempts to treat, cure, resolve and eradicate them by various means (scientific, medical and hocus pocus),
followed by a few months of some major buckling down to get the job done,
I'm pretty confident that I've finally managed to rid myself of them.

And I only have one piece of advice.

Deal with your plantar warts people. soon and head on.
because letting them fester just means harder, more painful work later on
and you just don't know who you might infect along the way.

not worth it

it's official - no matter how you dice, slice or add to it, cottage cheese still sucks.

took the words outta my mouth

Listening to the new Tegan and Sara album I've realized what a total lyric junkie I am. I melt at brilliant lines that capture things that in my life, I've felt or said, wished I felt or said or had said to me. I think going forward i'll start to keep note of these little gems...for now, here are a few off of The Con I'm digging.

"Maybe I would have been something you'd be good at/Maybe you would have been something I'd be good at"

"I just want back in your head"