Sometimes you just want to order from the kids menu. Without my consent I was honored with being the official food delivery boy for students and teachers alike of the dance studio for the annual picture day. So on my last of 3 treks to Friendly's that evening I decided to honor myself with a Conehead, which I feel is the ultimate in Friendly's ( Read more... )

During one of my many trips to the mall courtesy on the Pioneer Valley Transit Authority (PVTA) last weekend, I over heard a conversation between a female passenger and the bus driver. The dialogue consisted of the woman misplacing an item and the potentiality that it was stolen. After ruling out any possibility that the swindler in question ( Read more... )

I've realized that I am such a whore for hotornot.com.
Not that I care that I care how other people think I look or anything...
*ponders the truth of that statement*


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Sometimes I wonder if there is a person out there who possess qualities that would compliment my own. Someone who shares the same fondness of always eating cereal with a large spoon or refuses to have cheese placed with any mustard product. Propensities such as these are hard to come by, and I can think of no better way then placing a personal ad ( Read more... )

Is anyone having problems viewing the pics in my last few entries?

On the wall in the corner of the dentist office was a poster with a rainbow over a field of butterflies. Inside the stripes of the rainbow were the words: BELIEVE IN MIRICLES. I took this as a message that probably wasn't from God. A message to cherish life's outrageously ironic moments - because they were what I could count on. Maybe I would ( Read more... )

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I feel the world or at least I am in a musical rut. Every thing that was good a week ago has lost all appealingness from being played out, whether that be by radio and TV or just by my own efforts of frequently listening to whatever artist or music I'm currently raving about. I like Truth Hurts "Addictive" but I can't fully get down to it. And ( Read more... )

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My cupboards were un welcomely raided last night by an unidentified group of persons, with smore Pop tarts and saltines being amongst the favorite items of pillage. I guess this is to be expected when you bemingle a horde of unsupervised alcoholics in a kitchen bearing toaster pastries. By normal standards I suppose the party was a success. My ( Read more... )