1. Good things happen to nice people.
2. Cheese makes me feel yucky. But I want to make out with it anyway.
3. Cheese and men have a lot in common.
4. Christmas makes me feel guilty.
5. I can talk to strangers and make them laugh.
6. MAGIC EYES make you go GUHHHH. GGKKKAAA. GUHHHH.
7. I only buy music that MOVES me. (DeVotchKa is amazing - You should listen to them).
8. It takes 10 minutes to turn the Avalon from a hip concert venue into a high school prom.
9. If 200 people wait in line in the cold, and 150 of them pay $20 to park in order to wait in line, the prom must be cooler than I remember. (But I'm sure there's still a lot of 3rd base by the bathrooms).
10. Going home presents an entirely new set of problems that I wasn't expecting. But I'm still excited. And if I end up with another cheese headache, so be it. That's what New Year's resolutions are for.
Monday, December 18, 2006
Wednesday, December 13, 2006
GOOD THINGS HAPPEN TO NICE PEOPLE.
WOOOO HOOOOO! I have a friend who is very talented and funny and adorable, and something really cool is going to happen for him/her next week. I am so excited I could pee. SO PLEASE, send good vibes, and support the dreams of people you care about. Being supportive doesn't detract from your own accomplishments, and the success of a friend doesn't make you a failure. Some people forget that.
I am proud to know you!
I am proud to know you!
Thursday, December 7, 2006
THE TOYBOX IS FULL
Current mood: unstuffed and missing a whisker
Psst. Hey kid....
Down here. In the bottom of the toybox. Yeah. under the koosh ball, next to the rubik's cube with the 4 missing squares. Watch out for that rubber snake- it's been up a few noses. Stupid kids. ANYWAY, sorry to see you here. No, really. Nobody likes to see a kid like you in a graveyard. You still have your tags on, and your stuffing hasn't been ripped out by the dog. I loved that freakin dog, and that ungrateful kid. It's sad. But I guess it's our own fault, huh? We were shiny and fun. New and exciting, and different. But then the dog throws up on you. Or the kid drops you in the mud puddle, or rips your ear off on the fence walking home. And then we're not so cute. OR maybe the new playstation comes out, or the kid hits puberty and starts looking at porn instead. Whatever. It's all the same. But at least we know that we were fun. While we lasted. That's not something that all these toys can say. Some of them sucked- they just had good marketing. GAK? come on. And who the hell brought the matchbox corvette to the party? That one is a beeyotch.
But we all have one thing in common- we all knew deep down that we weren't gonna last forever. I realized that the night a cigarette melted half of my paw. There's new crap being tossed around in focus groups right now, ready to hit the shelves. Who knows how long we'll have their attention. And who cares. We made it out of the test markets, home from the store, out of the box, and we were fun. We were even fun in front of company. We were fun! And even though we're in this dark smelly OVERFLOWING toybox now, at least we haven't been tagged with a green dot that says "fifty cents!"
So it's nice to have you, next to the sock puppet and the hackey sack...at least until summer, because it's too freekin cold for a garage sale now.
Now move over. Don't bogart the glow worm.
Psst. Hey kid....
Down here. In the bottom of the toybox. Yeah. under the koosh ball, next to the rubik's cube with the 4 missing squares. Watch out for that rubber snake- it's been up a few noses. Stupid kids. ANYWAY, sorry to see you here. No, really. Nobody likes to see a kid like you in a graveyard. You still have your tags on, and your stuffing hasn't been ripped out by the dog. I loved that freakin dog, and that ungrateful kid. It's sad. But I guess it's our own fault, huh? We were shiny and fun. New and exciting, and different. But then the dog throws up on you. Or the kid drops you in the mud puddle, or rips your ear off on the fence walking home. And then we're not so cute. OR maybe the new playstation comes out, or the kid hits puberty and starts looking at porn instead. Whatever. It's all the same. But at least we know that we were fun. While we lasted. That's not something that all these toys can say. Some of them sucked- they just had good marketing. GAK? come on. And who the hell brought the matchbox corvette to the party? That one is a beeyotch.
But we all have one thing in common- we all knew deep down that we weren't gonna last forever. I realized that the night a cigarette melted half of my paw. There's new crap being tossed around in focus groups right now, ready to hit the shelves. Who knows how long we'll have their attention. And who cares. We made it out of the test markets, home from the store, out of the box, and we were fun. We were even fun in front of company. We were fun! And even though we're in this dark smelly OVERFLOWING toybox now, at least we haven't been tagged with a green dot that says "fifty cents!"
So it's nice to have you, next to the sock puppet and the hackey sack...at least until summer, because it's too freekin cold for a garage sale now.
Now move over. Don't bogart the glow worm.
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