I apparently don't have the brain capacity to write a real post, so you get another list.

I am totally crushing on Napoleon Dynamite. Adam and I like it so much, we went to see it again the next night. It's not a movie for everyone, only us cool kids, so if you've heard it's dumb, you aren't a cool kid. How sad for you.

I will probably be quoting lines from the movie from now on, so brush up if you want to follow along.

"I see you're drinking 1% milk. Is that because you think you're fat? Because you're not. You could probably be drinking whole milk."

Yesterday I stayed home from work because I felt like crap. My stomach was all wonky (most likely from the beau coup Hot Tamales and other sugary substances consumed at the movies) and I had a splitting headache. It was so bad, I woke up super early and couldn't go back to sleep. So I chatted with Mark who gave me a much needed dose of baby talk. Mark is indeed one of the good guys.

After sleeping all day, I decided to go to Target so I can actually shave eventually, because I'm out of razors and stuff. So, I threw on a t-shirt and jeans, stepped into my sandals and drove to the store looking like hammered shit. Once there, this guy heavily cruised me. Emphasis on heavily. Everywhere I went, there he was. I tried to smile at him, but he always looked away when I tried to make eye contact. (*sigh* The games people play.) At the checkout, he checked out first, walked to the bathroom door, stopped, turned to look at me and went in. Let's get one thing straight first. I am sooooo not going into some skanky retail bathroom for sex. Ew. You've read about how am I in public restrooms in general, so you can imagine how unappealing the idea is for me. If it's for you, hey that's great, but I like clean places. That being said, it was extremely flattering that even looking like hammered shit, someone found me desirable, even for a quickie. I rock!

I'm listening to the new Wilco album, which I bought last night. They just keep getting better and better.