All the crocs of the rainbow

Rainbows make me inordinately happy. 

White crocs? Does anybody actually wear those?

FINALLY! Somebody gets me!

At least the Calvin and Hobbes obsession if not the peanut butter and cottage cheese toast and pickled beets part...

Doesn't this only happen to fifty year old men??

So it seems I've either badly strained or torn my achilles tendon a bit. Either way, I'm walking around in this stupid boot, all the while feeling like somebody is sticking hot pokers into my heel. I wish I could tell you it was some game winning goal, but the sad truth of the matter is that I don't know exactly when it happened. The fact that I play soccer poorly (but with gusto!) makes the whole thing sadder still...

They say because of poor design (read: minimal blood supply), these things take a long time to heal (*snerk* heal... heel...). All I can tell you is that I'm pretty sure an amputated foot would grow back faster than this is taking.

Sad but probably true

"You want me to choose between you and your dog?" by explodingdog

I'm not entirely sure you want to know my answer to that question. How much do I really like you?

Use only a soft-bristled toothbrush please

Saw this little guy in the beginning of the month. Sort of reminds me of the pumpkin we had outside of our house in college. Yeah, he was pretty bad. But while he needed a, well, to be pitched, this dude only needs better dental care.

In which there are more blue states than red... again

Only this time I do identify with blue!

I'm really curious what the yellow people say. I say potato, you say... oh, nevermind...

I'm so totally, digitally close to you

I know it's short and kind of lame to post this, but I found this article really interesting. I find the psychology of Facebook fascinating. 

To be honest, it suits my social style quite well too...

Bloggity blog blog

What did you do tonight?

I found myself answering, "stockpiling blog entries" a few nights back. It's a tad bit embarrassing in retrospect (especially considering that I have an audience of, I don't know, ten people). But it doesn't bother me too much. Lots of things on my mind and cool sites I've stumbled upon. It clutters my mind if I don't put it somewhere. Much of my life goes into a personal journal, but the more benign observations and thoughts make it onto WwW (you're welcome my faithful ten).

"What? What more could she possibly have to say in a journal?"  Just remember that social awkwardness creates unlimited fodder and time to think. Oh loyal readers, you have no idea...

Anyway, better out than in, I say!

Tracking the elusive metropolitan feline

...or is in a raccoon? Either way, somebody's got some cleaning to do!

You think I'm kidding but I'm not

I realize my home is not an orthopedist's office, but I want both of these!

This, my friends, is the sad truth about why my mother has decorated all of my abodes.