Dear Diary,
I once added a guy that I thought was my friend. He denied my request. Now (just to make sure that wound stays fresh) Facebook likes to put him under "people you may know". Thanks, Facebook. Rub it in some more.
Love,
Cyndi
Monday, July 20, 2009
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Why didn't I think of that?
You know those people who advertise on the side of their car? Great idea, right? I'm thinking I should start doing this. Maybe I should buy one of those magnets. Or perhaps go all out and get my business information painted right on my car. But why go through all that "trouble" when I can just do what this guy did -
This car was parked next to me in the grocery store parking lot. Brilliant. Simply brilliant.
What I'll need:
Permanent marker - check
The ability to write semi-neat and semi-straight - check
Sweet palm tree drawing skills - check
Done and done.
This car was parked next to me in the grocery store parking lot. Brilliant. Simply brilliant.
What I'll need:
Permanent marker - check
The ability to write semi-neat and semi-straight - check
Sweet palm tree drawing skills - check
Done and done.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Two things I tend to dislike:
1. People
2. The DMV
And when they combine:
Today at the DMV I spent about half an hour standing in line just to get a number. I finally got my number and went off to find a seat. I found a nice spot at the end of a row with 4 empty chairs to my right. I saw a man eying me. He was probably about my fathers age, latin, and wearing a very nice suit. He came and sat right next to me...practically on my lap. Didn't he see all the other empty chairs? I didn't look at him and finally after a little while he asked me for a pen. I said I did not have one and then I suggested he ask the lady at the desk. He didn't budge.
2. The DMV
And when they combine:
Today at the DMV I spent about half an hour standing in line just to get a number. I finally got my number and went off to find a seat. I found a nice spot at the end of a row with 4 empty chairs to my right. I saw a man eying me. He was probably about my fathers age, latin, and wearing a very nice suit. He came and sat right next to me...practically on my lap. Didn't he see all the other empty chairs? I didn't look at him and finally after a little while he asked me for a pen. I said I did not have one and then I suggested he ask the lady at the desk. He didn't budge.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
My Movie
I want to make a movie. Here is the general idea:
A guy and a girl fall in love.
Girl gets weird disease that drives her to insanity.
Guy pines for girl and goes crazy.
Family has each lover individually committed.
By random chance the lovers live in the same insane asylum, passing each other in the hallways and are blissfully unaware of their love for each other.
The end.
It's brilliant. It has love, heartache and irony.
A guy and a girl fall in love.
Girl gets weird disease that drives her to insanity.
Guy pines for girl and goes crazy.
Family has each lover individually committed.
By random chance the lovers live in the same insane asylum, passing each other in the hallways and are blissfully unaware of their love for each other.
The end.
It's brilliant. It has love, heartache and irony.
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