Sometimes...
When things seem unclear to me
and
I need to make an important decision like,
Should I drink another bottled water?!
I just put on my special hat
and
wander about the great outdoors:

Everything comes together for me that way.

Have a great weekend!

Very important thoughts on pictures.

I think for the most part people try to look their best in photos.
I'm surprised that this is what most of us do.
I think it would be better to look awful in photos:
-wear a fat suit
-take the picture from a bad angle
-make a miserable or awkward face

That way when you meet people in person they'll say
Wow, You look so much better in person.
Then you could just say
I thinks it's because I did 2 jumping jacks before I left the house...

Ambiguous...
I'm still not sure whether the B on my winter hat makes it a
Red Sox hat
or
a bitch hat...

I think both are teams are lovely and will continue to wear it though.

I don't think dinosaurs would have gone there...
The concept of eggs kind of disgusts me.
When you think about they are just refrigerated, shelled, chicken fetus...

As I cracked some eggs open this morning it made me think about the days of dinasours.

For a dinosaur the equivelant of eating eggs would be eating a human baby fetus.
Would they have gone through with that?
Or would they have had the decency to say,
Hey this is where I draw the line in my dinosaur-ness! Let's just stick to eating the grown up humans, that are running away from us and throwing rocks at our heads.

You picked the wrong day! ...
is probably one of my favorite cliche lines that people yell at one another just before they are about to begin fighting with one another.
The other night I heard I guy yelling that as I walked by him.
I was tempted to stop and watch the fight that was about to unfold
but
didn't.
I'm sure that if I had, I would have had the cliche,
What are you looking at?!
line thrown at me.
If I ever got into a fight my line of choice would be,
You seem like someone who likes to play 52 card pick up!
I would then follow this up by throwing a deck of cards at my opponents face
and
running away.
That way I would be long gone by the time he or she responded by saying,
Don't act like you know me!

I think there's something wrong with me...

I seem to like going to the supermarket a little bit TOO much.
I began to notice this problem during my last semester of college(which I spent in LA).
It was the first time I had to actually do real grocery shopping every week.
For some reason I loved this.
So much so that I would invite friends to go with me sometimes.

I think the main reason I like going to supermarkets just comes down to one thing:
I just like an excuse to push a shopping cart down the aisles at a ridicuously fast pace
and
make sharp turns
and
dodge all of the other customers.
That's it...
I also just noticed a new shopping cart that has a built in car on the bottom of it with a steering wheel,
where you can put your child.
When I saw this it made me wish I had a child(for a second)
but
then I got distracted from this thought because I was too busy dodging other food shoppers.

Happy New Year!

I'm glad 2007 is over.
It was a good enough year but I was so done with it.
I've never been a fan of the number seven.
It's one of my least favorite numbers to write down
and
I hate how sometimes you need to put that little line on it to make people sure that it is indeed a seven:

It's as though we all feel the need to give seven a name tag even though we've known it's name all these years.
Maybe that means we all secretly hate seven...

I love eight though. It's 2 circles and doesn't need a name tag.

Just because of that I've decided that 2008 is already an awesome year(even if it turns out to suck).