if only I would have thought to take pictures of all the cool spooky treats from last night’s party. a human head made of meat, cheese in the shape of a hand, alcohol soaked brain jello mold, witch finger pretzels, glow in the dark punch, mr. grimly knows how to throw one hell of a party.
then there was the weird fight in the jack in the box parking lot… I still can’t figure out what happened, only that both parties involved decided curtis was their best friend. a grilled breakfast sandwich at 3:30 in the morning is a beautiful thing.
sheila take a, sheila take a bow boot the grime of this world in the crotch, dear and don’t go home tonight, come out and find the one that you love and who loves you the one that you love and who loves you
it’s brutal. I want to crawl into the freezer and set up camp in the it’s it box. I woke up with one chipmunk cheek this morning, so I had to go to the dentist. it was 100 degrees by 10am in the valley.
I think I’m going to take oliver and escape to the dog park, it’s always about 10 degrees cooler there, and we can both pass out under a tree. I already look like I’m storing nuts for the winter, so I’ll fit right in.
the coffee drinkers at the office are freaking out right now, the coffee maker is clogged and no one has been able to make a pot all morning. there are currently three grown men huddled over the coffee maker, trying to figure out what’s wrong with it. now the count is up to four. I think they’re under the impression that if enough of them start to gather, the coffee maker will realize it’s outnumbered and will just start to work again.
oh, wow. this is like national geographic… men in the wild.