I think this has definitely got to be one of my records for going the longest without doing laundry. Previously it was four weeks but at that point I did four large loads, so it was pretty much the same as a load a week. But looking at my laundry bag, I’d say I might only have one load and it’s been four weeks. How did I accomplish this, you may ask? I’m not sure, but I think it involves lowering one’s standards, as you might expect.
Articles from: 2004
Embarassing Childhood Memory
Here’s a childhood memory: I remember this bike I had when I was growing up that was a hand me down. It was blue and the kind of bike that I thought was slightly uncool with it’s wide handlebars and brakes you’d apply by backpedaling. I remember one day riding this bike down this driveway and off the curb, trying to get as much air as I could off this “ramp,” which you could imagine wasn’t much. But I put a lot into this “stunt” . . . that is until I saw the neighborhood cool kid watching me. I was embarrassed and just kinda rode away home.
Yahoo Address Book
It turns out I don’t have anyone in my yahoo address book under the letters B, F, I, O, Q, or X. Maybe one day in my life I will have friends of all the letters of the alphabet. Until then there is only sadness.
Dallas
I went up to Vancouver over the weekend. I was talking to a person who had neutral opinions of the city of Dallas: “There’s nothing really bad about it, but nothing really good about it either.” On the drive back I was trying to picture what it might be like to live in a city like this. Maybe it might be bland, like tofu. What would it be like to live in tofu? I think it would be kinda neat. You could carve your own little house/cave out of your surroundings. You could have free, relatively high-protein meals. But then everything would smell like soy and feel wobbly, and if you’d want to get anywhere you’d have to push yourself through a thick, gelatin-like, mass. Hmm, ok I guess there are bad and good points to living in tofu so it must not be anything like living in Dallas.
Morning Worries
This morning I woke to find I had more than thirty emails: and it was all spam! How could this be? My spam count has always been low! For over a year my account has been spam free and I’ve only gotten a handful every so often over the last few months. Anyway it was quite the nightmare to see . . . literally. I woke up from this dream to find my email account is safe and secure for now. Phew, dodged the bullet on that one. I kinda wished I had more profound worries floating in my subconscious but this was all it could come up with this morning.