I really hope no one on this bus can hear me listening to 'Disturbia'. Related to the earlier post...

This girl's headphones at the bus stop are really loud so I can hear beyoce's song halo. I wonder if people can hear mine when I listen to Billy Joel.

I'm hoping the sky is super polluted tonight so the sunset over the pacific ocean will be that much more spectacular.

Hustler Hollywood: A unique boutique. Yes. Indeed. Right next to Value Village.

I just said 'oh thats my wood' and 'Ugh. So many balls!' both within a span of under a minutes.

Here are some more "Tweeds" from last night. Tweed=tweet under the influence of weed. It's really great. You should try it.

7:52PM: *whispering* do it for the brie.....
10:35PM:But WHY WAX? They could have stood up wicks in anything!
10:46PM: I want to get groovy in here.
10:48PM: Ew. Remind me to delete that.
11:00PM: A lake of brie?
11:07PM: Its crazy right now. What is? TIME.
11:09PM: You gettin jam on my cheese?
11:12PM: It was like licking the vaginas of a thousand beautiful flowers.
^a quote by ali
11:44PM: It's probably scratching her nicely
11:50PM: Why do i always manage to pour the water on me?
12:47AM: Will, guess what I just did. Oh wait are you even awake?
12:58AM: This is why I'm phat (Pretty Hefty And Thunderous)
12:59AM: (this is why, this is why, this is why i'm phat)
1:05AM: I did it all for the brie/the what?/the brie/ the what?/ the brie/ ok
1:07AM: So you can take that brie and stick it on the BREAD!.... BREAD!.... BREAD!
1:11AM: Gods! I've just been tweeding all night, haven't I?

an end to a fantastic night.

What does the word 'tender' even mean???

hmm. possibly awkward

So I had to Google search how to spell 'clitorus' (pssh. Some woman I AM) because because because I was trying to tell someone that when I had heard that gods-awful Katy Peary song about waking up to a hooker in vegas or something there's a line that goes "shake the glitter of your clothes" and the way she sings it I thought she was saying "shake your clitorus". And I thought Hmm... maybe that's some new slang dance craze that I don't know about. Those fucking hipsters...

SO my point of this weird post was that I was thinking about how possibly the next person who used my computer would go to the Google search bar and start typing a 'c' word and 'clitorus' would be the first thing/most recent search. And that would be awkward. So, I'm going to "Clear Private Data Cache" please and thank you. Right now.

Vnecks on most guys are really attractive. I think it's because they hint at the fact that there is more beyond their general neckline. This excludes deep v's.

The exclusion of deep v's is for this reason: there's nothing for the imagination to fill in. It's Ew you have a freakishly hairy/bald chest. Often the deep v's are worn by gays.

My love handles are surprisingly cold most of the time. You'd think they'd be warm with 'love'.

Whenever I've cut my nails, I've always say "Oh I'm going to remember when I cut them and see how long it takes for them to grow back," but never actually do. I'm not really sure what this has to do with anything, but just know that I trimmed my nails today, Monday July 13, 2009. So I can reference this later...

There are some things in life people do solely for the reaction of 'oh my, look at him/her'. Such as slacklining, ordering fajitas, and driving yellow cars.

Oh, no reason in particular.

My "Tweets" from today, July 10th, and their times.

6:21PM: Tweet
10:28PM: I got wounded by a salad spinner!
10:32PM: 437. That doesn't work, guys
10:38PM: Elephant. Is that an everyday thing? Yeah! As much as a satellite is.
10:52PM: the snorlaxes are my favoritesss
10:53PM: Teresa Flipping a Table
11:07PM: WHEN LOVE TAKES OVAAAAAAH!!!! YEAH AY YEAH!!!
11:24PM: I've got tunnel vision to some English Muffins
11:27PM: Omg will, everything is swaying right now. Just a bit.

end.

unless of course, I end up sending more between now and when I actually fall asleep. But! That will be tomorrow's post.

Xchange

Taylor: I'm going to guest write for your blog in one week.
Rachel: Sounds good.
Rachel: Wait, what's in one week?
Taylor: DOES IT MATTER?
Rachel: NO I WAS JUST WONDERING WHY IN A WEEK YOU WOULD INSTEAD OF... TOMORROW OR SOMETHING.
Taylor: GODDAMN LEAVE ME TO MY OWN DEVICES FEMALE
Rachel: YES SIR, MY SUPERIOR MALE BEING.
Taylor:DONT LOWER YOURSELF IN SUCH A WAY IT MAKES ME SICK SHEEEEIIIIT....

fin.

Today may have been the first time that i've ever texted the word 'broom'. Wasn't as thrilling as I would have hoped.

There's a toilet paper dispenser at safeco that says clean and soft. Thats something i already expect my toilet paper to be already, thank you very much.

at the cinema

"Do you fancy a....[static static static]....jolly good tea and....[static static static]....between the sheets all night...[static static static].....save the queen."

The picture on this blog? It's me. I'm blogging. I've also just finished off some melted chocolate in that pan to the left.

There's nothing quite like being awakened by the sound of a cat throwing up. Then there's the question of WHICH cat and WHERE.

I'm worried the parmasean in my popcorn will all be at the bottom of the bucket. Then I'll just pour it into my mouth. Its a wonderful surprise!

I guess no matter how many times i repeat the word 'milk' to my cat doesn't necessarily mean she'll comprehend that the glass in my hand has milk in it, which she likes.

It's also her birthday. Terrible 2's!

I like forgetting I have to shower. Until that moment when you KNOW you absolutely have to.

"It was litrally a wall of peas." Make sure you say this with a British accent.

Eat cheese, hustle hunnies: The life of someone who... Has their priorities not quite figured out. Or maybe, they have them EXACTLY figured out.

second. ok.

What exactly are the ethics of blogging? Like, I just blogged twice. In one day. Is that kosher?
Whatevs.

It's like frozen frosting. It's like the best of both worlds.
Cool Whip should go on tour.
The Best of Both Worlds, you could call it.

first. yes.

Wikipedia's Random Article has been giving me INCREDIBLY BORING RANDOM ARTICLES.
So, not very fun. Here's Sir Thomas Fremanti.
Do with this what you will.