YEAH

i am now the 14-year-old goth i never was. my mom would kill me if she saw me right now.

seriously, though, i've always wanted to paint my nails black. i just like the way they look. and i couldn't be a high school goth girl because i'm like the happiest kid on the planet right now. i'm wearing sweatpants, my roommates are watching fast times at ridgemont high, my wife is here visiting me from france, and i'm about to pick up bryan gomm from work at robert's.

impossibilities

there's this episode of king of the hill where bobby works as a soda vendor at a nascar track. he's the "go-to guy" for his psycho boss. at one point, during a race, the boss asks bobby to run across the track to bring him a soda. "GO-TO HERE, GO-TO GUY."

i'm not saying my boss puts me in life-threatening situations but she does seem to expect the impossible. which i simply cannot give her. like, i can't make a 3-inch binder any smaller.

yakitate!! japan

i found an anime that is about a kid with solar hands who's obsessed with making japan's representative bread.

my life is complete.

hey dad

me, dad, and a giant rabbit (1990)

here in north carolina, what should be a 40mph road is generally a 55-60mph road. we don't exactly live in the boonies, but the area is still pretty woodsy. every so often you'll see a little turtle frantically--as frantically as a turtle can get, anyway--trying to cross one of these roads.

my dad is in the army. people salute him and call him sir. but whenever he sees a turtle crossing the road, he stops the car, gets out, and carries the little guy over to the other side.

idiot wind

sometimes i just want to be dramatic.