Random little stories

I once had a creative writing teacher that didn't believe in personification. She told me that "hair cannot 'scream infidelities,'" and regardless of what you think about Chris Carraba, I think he was in right with that one. I was all like, "What? Do you not believe in metaphors?" Seriously.

I had a pack of cigarettes recently, and I slid the plastic off the bottom half, but only half way, so that it was a little boxy plastic chamber. I took a lit cigarette and burnt a whole in the chamber, as I'll call it, then blew smoke into the little hole. Then I tapped the plastic, and it blew a smoke ring.

Until just last week, every karaoke song I have ever sung has been a Queen song. What broke the streak, you ask? I was co-opted into singing Don't Stop Believin'.

I was in New York City recently, and I had to get dinner. I was going to go to a deli on 7th, but then I went to a Japanese place. It wasn't very good.

I'm pretty sure I dig postmoderism; that is, the little I know about it.

My sister Laurie sent me a birthday card. It said, "Happy birthday, Chris. Here are some Corn Pops." Then there were Corn Pops in the envelope.

My other sister Ellie recently thought of the word "Jesusmas" for Christmas. She's 12.

Cya