I'm glad she mentioned it. Before then, I thought I was crazy.
But I'd like to share with you exactly what I thought about right as I was drifting off to sleep last night.
Peeling a grape.
Lime Jell-O.
An onion.
Love Song For No One, by John Mayer.
At 3:30 in the morning, this all made perfect sense. I mean, here I am, peeling grapes, which, let's face it, is a completely fruitless task. It takes a significant portion out of your day, and for what? Just give in and eat the skin!
Really, though, I should be diving into a giant bowl of Lime Jell-O instead.
This makes perfect sense when my soundtrack of John Mayer is running in the background. Clearly, the "grapes" represent the time I waste on unimportant things. Instead, I should be eating a big bowl of lime-flavored perfection, wherever he is.
And come on, people. You just simply cannot dive into a relationship after eating an onion. That's pretty self-explanatory, right there.
I think it makes perfect sense.
Or I should stop eating pizza rolls before bedtime.
Fin.
My apologies and a farewell??? - 2005-10-20
It should be Friday somewhere. - 2005-10-03
It's Friday again! - 2005-10-01
Amendment to previous entry... - 2005-09-26
Longer than I intended. It's to tide you over for another week. - 2005-09-23