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Monday, May 23, 2005

Auto-mation. Git, git, git, gone.


23_05_05, originally uploaded by xdrjohnx.
Hopped out of bed at 2:30 today... my parents are kind enough not to disturb me when they wake up, but they've never totally accepted that I sleep in late. My mom called and I told her what time I woke up - the thousandth time I've slept in past noon - she still said, "No!? Are you serious? My goodness...." I think I need an automated menu for my phone:
"If you're calling because you're stressed about things in general, press (1) to leave a message that won't be recorded. If you're calling to talk about people that the user of this number has never met or heard of, press (2) to be connected to someone who gives a damn. If you're calling because you have a question that you already know the answer to but dialed this number instead of thinking for three seconds, press (3) to recieve an electric shock."


This may seriously confuse/disgust some of you. That's cottage cheese. Ever had? I think it's milk that's been halted on its journey towards cheesedom. One set of my grandparents used to feed it to me like mad, so I really like the stuff. I think most people eat it with fruit - my dad likes it with pineapple. That seems pretty damn sick, though, because pineapple is so citric that I can't even drink a glass of milk after eating it. This here cottage cheese was from the salad bar at Partner's Pizza where we had the buffet for dinner. Not helping my Thai-skinny... It was actually only $5.50, though, and the pizza was moderately better than most pizza-buffet places.

This is our "ride". Peachtree City has probably 100 miles of golf cart paths designed for people to get from place to place on. It's kinda dumb. Most people rarely use their carts cuz most people believe themselves to be extremely busy and prefer driving a car at 45mph to driving a golf cart at 15. I think both are too fast... even riding a bike scares hell out of me.

This was up in the sky post-pizza. I took a few pictures of it as we were going through a wooded area and I've been sitting here photoshopping them for far, far too long. Here's two of the four (don't want flickr to explode). Nighty-nite...

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

hehe:D i like the automated menu bit. but what if i ring you up? if you're calling me just to say hello press 1), your message will be recorded; if you're calling me from bangkok airport, press 2), i'll pick you up. cool!

Sunday, 29 May, 2005  

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