05/01/06, a Monday
First and foremost, congratulations to Sean and Gillian on the single most beautiful wedding I have ever had the opportunity of attending. I couldn't be happier to be sharing Earth Day with the wedding anniversary of the most loving, happy, and ideal couple in my life. I won't try to pretend that I didn't shed a masculine tear as Gillian walked down the aisle.
Am I more yarncore, or hobocore? Either way, math is delicious.
I've been having a problem with my wisdom teeth. Until today, I had been cutting my cheek and upper jaw area on a jagged piece of impacted wisdom. This made chewing, smiling, and basically any other activity that involved moving the fleshier bits of my mouth around into an excruciating experience. So, along with finally making a dental appointment, I set about picking at the little serrated nub until today, in a sudden snap of freedom, it came loose. I'm going to go ahead and assume that what I thought was tooth was simply some bit of food that could never quite get brushed right, and got stuck something fierce. Either way, these puppies are coming out over summer. Bring on the codeine!
Wii is a really dumb sounding name. Too bad I'm going to buy one anyway.
In a bizarre coincidence, I had a short conversation about boxen the other day, then passed by a box truck as I pulled in to work this "morning." The name of the particular consortium with whom Hertz has contract is the "Love Box Co. Inc." Imagine my difficulty in finding good results for "love box" on Google.
Boxes can be good and fun. They make things easier for birds, college students, and the seasonally affective amongst us. Not to mention making really creepy kinda-pentagrammy things. I used to spend hours playing in an old washing-machine box with my grandmother out back of her house. My Crayolas had invented a whole little world in there, complete with tiny little non-functioning computer. I can't imagine why any claustrophilic person would be so very afraid of spending some time in a box.
You owe the Oracle a hootenanny.
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It was huge and I decorated it with markers and wall paper samples and I used to sit in it with a pillow and blanket. I read almost all the time as a kid and my box was where I would go to disappear and read. (sigh) I miss my box...
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