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Today’s my last day of being 23!
I don’t have any strong feelings about it. Maybe this age marks the beginning of birthdays not really mattering to me anymore.
It’s already hard enough for me to accept that a tomato is a fruit and not a vegetable. Now, it’s not only a fruit, but a berry? This is too much.
Re: Kettleman’s Bagels… Not only is the consistency SPOT.F*CKING.ON, they have every kind/flavor of bagel I could EVER want. My mouth is full of Pumpernickle win. NullIsNotZero = HeroRight on! Glad to spread the info!
I know that Kettleman’s are supposed to be the most authentic bagels in town, but I’ve heard that the owner is a total psycho. The employees aren’t allowed to speak to one another while their on the clock and they get their pay docked for all kinds of things, like not taking the oldest milk out of the fridge first and leaving the freezer ajar.
Course, that doesn’t change the way the bagels taste.
Yay!
According to UPS tracking, my sweaters have been delivered! They’re at my apartment right now, hopefully making themselves at home. Checking out what’s in the fridge, watching TV, hanging out with Arthur… although, they should be careful about that. Arthur is a known sweater-eater.
I’m happy to meet my sweaters, but I’ll kind of miss personifying them….
ha
For some reason I just remembered 3-D Movie Maker. My friend Kelsey and I spent hours and hours and hours playing with this program. We actually put on a film festival for our parents to show off our work. Hor d’oerves were served. It was very swanky.
This movie is much higher quality than anything we were able to produce. Mostly our actors ran in place or walked through set pieces that were meant to be solid. Still, we were pretty stoked about it. I would love to rewatch that film festival.
Ya know, celebrity deaths… I don’t get too broken up about them. I don’t know these people! They’re about as real to me as Winnie the Pooh.
Still, it just occured to me that my (supposed future) children will never live in a world where Michael Jackson is alive… and that’s totally weird to think, right? They’re going to feel about MJ the way I feel about Elvis.
Spooky.
