Title: I am the string cheese QUEEN
Hearing: Dogma: Music From the Motion Picture
Reading: The Talking
Stick/Circle series. I can't possibly recommend this series enough.
Drinking: Plain ol' water. Are you proud of me?
Eating: You know what I'm eating.
The String Cheese Incident:
Ugh. I have a new addiction. Life is not fair.
I'm sure you've guessed that my new weakness is string cheese. Yesterday I made the soon-to-be-fatal mistake of grabbing a random handful of snacks out of the bottom of the company fridge, and the package of string cheese made me eat it. No, really, it did. It unwrapped itself and peeled itself down a little at a time, cramming itself right down my throat. Little bastard.
Eating string cheese is like consuming sticks of congealed yellow caulk, but, like all cheese isotopes, they're strangely compelling. I might as well just duct-tape buckets of lard to my thighs and waist and have done with it. Eeeyuch. I hate it, but I can't stop. I'm compelled! Dammit! I must eat string cheese until my arteries clog and my heart chokes and sputters and I die of cholesterol poisoning! Gaaackk!!
Heeeere I Come to Save The Daaaa--*THUNKCRASH*:
My memory of this is a little bit fuzzy, so you'll have to forgive me, but Cynthia and I have figured out who I was in a former life.
Don Quixote.
It explains so much. Really, it does. Don Quixote tilted at windmills, thinking they were giants; I get all dramatic about the injustice of the world, real or perceived. Where Don Quixote lanced and jousted, I rant. Both of us are bumbling idiots when we try to be cool. If I wasn't Don Quixote in a former life, he's my soulmate. (I guess that makes Cynthia Sancho... hmmm...)
See, I haven't gotten any cooler since high school, man. Since I was big ol' dork in high school, I tried to get over it in college and real life, but all that's changed is now I'm ten years older, have slightly better hair and a few more social skills. I am, however, still a big dork, and I still can't dance. I guess I've accepted it now and I'm okay with being a dork, although I still harbor secret fantasies about being Corky from Bound.
I don't have a Harley or a leather jacket, and I still only have one tattoo.
Me and Rob will be cool one day...
Speaking of Dorkiness:
My inner Star Trek geek has reared its pimply head once again. I'm re-reading the Talking Stick/Circle series again. Seriously, all of y'all need to read this, even if you don't get into Voyager (and these days, who does?). I mean it. Go there right now and read. Do it. Why are you still here?
Well, for you what are still here, you get the link to the series in AportisDoc format for the Palm Pilot and its clones. Rejoice and be glad.
Lord, this entry is all over the place today. Sorry about that.
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