thought of the day #247

i like old men. they are cute. as heck.

fuzzy, sweet, coffee-smelling, glasses-wearing heck.

i decided (not at all in a creepy way) that i would rather be in love with an old man at this point. they are nice. they are calm. they are wise. they are patient. plus, i could borrow their sweaters. and they would buy me hot chocolate.

generalizations, all.

tell me, what do you think of that?

edit: i don't want to be in love with an old man. i want him to be my grandpa. that would be cute. i like them because they're cute. i do not want to make out with them.

on hiatus?

well. it's been a while.
i'll tell you why.

i've waited because it's cold.
because i'm too poor to even pay attention.
because i'm busy.
because i'm sick.

because...
i...
can't.

because i'm lost. are you lost?
maybe if i were lost with someone instead of by myself...

i seem to have misplaced my hope in christ and the good of mankind.

*now taking applications for someone to be lost with* (no prior experience necessary)

après moi le déluge...

so the funny thing is, stevie ray and i were driving through a HUGE puddle last night in one of the lulls during the rainstorms.

he was proving to me that driving quickly through them is the way to get to the other side. much more effective than going slowly and dying out in the middle. floating downstream and crashing. horrible. flames. waves. water everywhere. blood. okay, maybe not blood.

so we made it through on the way to the store to buy dinner, and it was way fun. glorious good times. on the way home, to see how far the water had gone down, we took 13th again. upon re-entering the puddle pond, we were full speed ahead when we spotted the car coming from the other direction. the driver's side window was down!!!

we watched in horror as our truck threw a giant tsunami of water directly into the gaping window of the other driver. and then....

LAUGHTER! holy moses. that was beautiful.

driving away, i couldn't help but wonder...did that person complain and whine about getting wet? probably. realistically though, when one drives through a puddle pond into oncoming traffic with the window down, what right does one have to complain about the water thrown at them?

a commentary on life and human behavior perhaps?

disgusto robusto - the saga continues!

so, disgusto is rearing his ugly head again.

actually, to be truthful, his head is not ugly. he's quite normal looking. the head just seems ugly when it's following you around and saying inappropriate things without warning after a week of silence.

a new level of inappropriate. that is what we have reached.

i'm blushing in anticipation of what i will report to you. which could be proof of it's severity. or of my prudish nature. or both (?)

to preface this, i will say that if you really knew me, you'd know that i sometimes (okay, usually) say suggestive or provocative things without realizing it. i like to think of it as charming naivety, but for some it has been a source of frustration, and often leads to miscommunication. particularly with the opposite sex.

so my facebook status said i was flushed and fluttery. speculation was widespread and diverse as to why. i was completely unaware of what i had implied. but disgusto's response to said status report was the most interesting and subsequently inappropriate of all, making me oh-so-aware of exactly what i had said.

to sum it up: "you know, i could make you flushed."

well alrighty then. gulp.

sparing you the gory details, and my need to stop crawling out of my skin, i'll let your imagination run with this. it was a 20 minute, one-sided conversation.

SO...how much do you love the new season of the office already??? (avoid...)