Tonight, my closest friends are sitting round a fire, throwing back cold ones like we did in college. Someone is probably playing the guitar, and another is roasting a marshmallow. I'm lying in bed with barbed wire lodged in my throat and a bad attitude because I WANT TO PLAY. Childlike, yes. And always.
This week I did some thinking on wet willies. Sending threatening notes to friends of their ear-moistening fates was probably the best part of the last five days.
The Process:
1) Put own finger in own mouth.
2) Slyly place own finger in victim's ear.
3) Wiggle finger rapidly, for as long as possible, until person attached to ear flails in horror. Victim's eyebrows will become thick, diagonal lines pointing toward the bridge of their nose. Victim will yell and revoke friendship for 15 minutes to 48 hours.
FUN.
Now that you're pondering wet willies, here are some recent mobile phone photos taken on a Motorola Rival. It's purple and black with a red key for on/off functions and a green key for call. It sometimes has a touch screen, except when it doesn't, which is 72% of the time.
Happy Hannukah 2010! The Orthodox celebrated night #1 at Universal City Walk. A giant menorah (shown below in high resolution) and several yarmulke'd musical acts performed for the occassion.
The paws of a dog who is not mine. Because I am borderline insane.
Validating my often curious fashion decisions via image text.
Indian sweets on Diwali. To know me is to know that I wish I was Indian. Because that culture wins.
Time to pass out in hopes that a special angel will come to me in the night and remove the barbed wire from my throat, without a trace.
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