MANWITHPEZ'S BLOG
Surreality 3
Thursday, May 5, 2005 3:26 PM
Because I can't explain everything I do or see:The toughened bunch of soldiers in the hydraulic shop just outside my door watches a lot of The Price is Right. A LOT!!! (And I mean toughened bunch of soldiers, this base is notorious for deploying people over and over again.)
More than a few people have seen me use my PDA alot lately. Honestly, I'm either playing Monopoly on it, or reading The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy. Three people in the last week have asked me "So, what are you watching?"
I realize that this is very strange behavior on my part, but I think about future photo oppurtunities and I practice from time to time...mostly in front of a urinal. Then, I remember what I'm doing and think "My GOD! I'm practicing smiling while I'm taking a piss! What's wrong with me?"
I was walking past a mirror (not a big fan of mirrors...too honest)and stopped. While, in the past on a couple of occasions I've walked past mirrors, paused, and turned suddenly looking for my father, only to realize its just me, I never realized just how grey my hair has gotten lately. There's a lot of stress involved.
The title of my last flylog "To ThatWeirdGirl" keeps staring at me, accusatorily, whenever I'm on the home page. People, can't you write flylogs any faster?
I walk past my unmowed lawn everyday and think...I really should mow that. Then I go inside, take a shower and forget about it.
My boss went on for ten minutes about a bird that attacked him this morning. I laughed and try to feign interest, until I couldn't take it anymore, and walked off in the middle of yet another sentence that began with "That feathered fucker..."
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