here is what’s happening for cjm lately.

-my fattest pair of pants are now snug. woohoo! soon, I shall be the fattest thing to walk the planet. then I’ll be the fattest thing to roll the planet. woohoo!

-bruins get #2 pick in NHL draft yay!

-matt DBAG cooke gets KO’d by a little bitty youngster, from the thrashers no less. greatest day in my life. no, seriously.

-I am going to the following events:
a. bruins playoff home game 1 (monday april 19th)
b. conan o’brien
c. craig ferguson
d. they might be giants FREE on the greenway (next thursday) cause it’s earth day and shit, and if TMBG doesn’t = earth day I don’t know what does.

-apple’s multitasking feature is in the next iphone software release. but will not work on my phone, a 3g. blankety blankers.

-I HAVE THE CUTEST BABY IN THE WORLD. it’s true. visit this link and see for yourself. it’s a high-res video so it’ll take a few minutes to load, but it’s worth it. he’s eating a teething biscuit I gave him. I love him more than any of my other children combined.*

-I work with the coolest ladies in the world.

-all of my pajamas are torn in some manner or another. all of them. what a country. the pair I’m wearing now has been ripping up the leg all night long. which might be kinda sexy if I were at all sexy. but i’m not. so it’s just sad and gross.

-night of a 140 tweets? not that funny.

*I didn’t think I needed to put an asterisk here alerting you to the fact that I do not love one child any more than the other (yes I do) but by the way you’re looking at me, I see that I do. I love each of my offspring in equal amounts (no I don’t, I love baby more).

so you’re telling me they broadcast commercials into people’s dreams?

I had a dream last night that I got nine (9!) new follower requests on twitter. The sad part is that I was very excited, I was very excited that 9 people wanted to follow me. nine whole entire people. I dreamed about twitter and I dreamed that I was happy to be getting nine followers.

sigh. I am the most boring person to ever live.

I saw the futurama last night when they talk about commercials being in dreams.

Leela: “Didn’t you have ads in the 20th century?”
Fry: “Well sure, but not in our dreams! Only on tv and radio…and in magazines…and movies. And at ball games, on buses, and milk cartons, and t-shirts, and bananas, and written on the sky. But not in dreams! No sirree.”