The local news had a segment the other night titled “Driving While Intexticated” about teenagers who text while they drive. I wish I was making it up. Whoever came up with that beauty must be so proud. I think I am going to do a video segment on loafe called “pooping while intexticated.” What do you think? A winner?
a keurig ringtone
We have one of those Keurig coffee makers at work, and I never much cared until I discovered it also brews tea! I love those cute little k-cups, and you can get all sorts of flavors. Now I want one for home, because who wants to sit around and wait for water to boil in a teakettle? That is so 1998. You can also do hot chocolate. And probably other things too.
Genius invention.
The one at work has a direct water line, which is pretty sweet, cause we’ll have to manually fill up the water tank if I get one for home. SIGH. also, the one at works automatically takes the empty k-cup and sticks it in a little reservoir, all on its own. we’ll have to manually remove each cup before brewing another cup. SIGH. but you can buy this fancy new Keurig that also includes a reusable k-cup, so you can grind up whatever coffee you want, like say dunkin donuts. or as ryland likes to call it dunkin dunks. This is a nice feature for gordon, he’s a big time coffee drinker. I just like the little cups and making tea in like a minute. that’s so awesome.
ooohh! I’m also very quite excited because I figured out how to make my own ringtones. I didn’t realize how easy it was. I can do it straight from itunes, just clip out an excerpt from whatever song I want, then email the new file to my phone. It took about 12 hours for the message to get delivered to my phone, but at least it works. No more $2.99 for lame tones, ha! take that stupid verizon.
My first homemade ringtone was from lebanese blonde by thievery corporation.
I don’t know why these two things are so exciting for me. I live an incredibly boring life, what can I say.
babies of the world.
If I hadn’t met g and got myself knocked up, I’d be in Turkey right now, with this guy, making so many beautiful babies, of so many international flavors, smoky, sweet, spicy, bitter, fruity, woodsy, nutty. So many tasty babies of so many varieties.
We’ll have to settle for his occasional post and lovely photos. And I’ll have to settle for fetal position weeping.
but of course. he has the movie and just didn’t like it…
this morning on the train, it was super duper crazy crowded. worse I’ve seen it in ages. I had five people squashed up against me, surrounding me from all sides, touching me the entire ride into boston.
the funny thing is that about 5 mins into the trip, I had to fart. there is barely room to breathe between everyone and their endless supply of bags and jackets and books and scarves and hats and newspapers and ipods and the entire contents of their house, I’m literally less than my tongue’s length away from the guy in front me, I could lick the back of his neck, draw circles spell out my name, someone is jammed up directly against my ass, and I have to fart. I just smiled and looked at the girl next to me. I wish I hadn’t been alone to enjoy it.
I had my headphones on, so I wasn’t sure how loud it was, but no one looked at me and I didn’t smell anything offensive. Kind of disappointed about the smell. Although the guy glued to my ass may have gotten an unexpected but not unpleasant vibration.