My Silly Random Thoughts

Yes, these are silly. And they're random. Here THEY are:

By the time I live to be 100, I'll have lived 100 years.

One day we will all have metal plates in our heads, which will allow us to get HBO through our eyeballs.

I think. I think all the time. I think too much. I think about my excessive thinking. I am, because I think. If I thought I was a purple walrus, though, would I be one? Or would I be a red one instead?

I write. I write all the time. I write about silly stuff. I write about serious stuff. Pure hubris is behind all this, I suppose. I'm always so sure that everyone want to hear what I have to say. :-)

I am drinking, right now, terrible hot chocolate. It's fat-free. It's also taste-free. No - I take that back. It does have a taste, only I can't describe it. Needless to say, it's awful. "Then why do you continue to drink it, Tina?," you ask. Good question! The answer is that it's the nearest liquid to me and I'm trying to make restitution by subsitution for previous malfeasances.

I mean, really: why do they have that warning about the tags on mattresses - that it's an offense? Do they honestly care? I don't think so. How would they know? If they do care/know, then it could be Bush's alert system of secretly tapping into everyone's lives.

I once dreamed that I won ten million dollars. When I woke up I wanted to cry.

Once and for all: is it macaroni and cheese, or cheese and funny-shaped noodles?

How come whenever some reporters/forecasters move their hair doesn't?

I have a big, square head. This makes it hard to find hats that fit it properly. When I was a baby, I didn't have any hair until I was two. And I have a high forehead (see profile pic above). So, I had a big, square baby head that rose up like a highrise. This made my eyes look like they started halfway down my face. I was still a cute baby, though. Just ask my mom. :-)

If a woman has morning sickness in the evening, do they still call it morning sickness?

I love ABBA. They have no idea who I am.

I love working with the Vote for Equality team. This isn't exactly a silly thought - but it's true. They rock. Since I'm a part of the team, that means I rock, too. It's simple logic, really.

I love to blather. It's fun. I am nothing if not NOT brief. And hyperbolic.

I don't see my friend Mia much anymore. I think her move to Florida had something to do with it.

Say, I miss my hippie community that consisted of only me and my sorority sister Shannon. I haven't heard her reaction, though, when I said that I was allowing meat. Imagine!: having a non-existent commune license revoked for trying to modernize it. Ah, well. It was good while it lasted. Which was less than a day.

I'm done now. It's late and I'm falling asleep at my chair. Hopefully when I look at this tomorrow it won't resemble the pig-latin version of my roommate's Mandarin.

:-)