I’ve been having like, the shittiest day, and when my phone rang I was not happy to pick it up. It was my dad. And he didn’t block his number from caller ID. And he called just to talk. It was, really, really nice. I’ve almost convinced him to start a blog.

He said, “I’ve watched that damn video of you and your sister making hot cocoa I don’t know how many times. Sometimes on my day off that’s what I do; I watch your videos.”

So we talked for like an hour and a half about whatever but I had to cut it short because my friend Todd, whom I haven’t seen in three years, flew in from Washington for the funeral and came over to visit tonight. I will call my dad back tomorrow or the day after and return the favor.

ALSO. Remember how I mentioned I sort of missed using random titles for my entries? WELL THEY’RE BACK!

With this new totally random sentence generator!

Some of my favorites are:
“A radioactive hippopotamus high-fiving a waitress outside in the pouring rain.”
“A cheesy pilgrim ravages a nobleman at the galacticum spaceport extraordinaire.”
“An enraged toadstool disembowls a dog in your bedroom.”
“A devilish sperm whale drools on a Hansel and Grettle from a distant galaxy.”

Inigo, at the age of twenty-seven, began having a few extra glasses of wine at night, to help him get to sleep. At twenty-eight, he was having a few extra glasses to help him digest his lunch. At twenty-nine, the wine was essential to wake him up in the morning.

As tagged by the wonderful Mallory.

The rules are:

1. Pick up the nearest book.
2. Open to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the next three sentences.
5. Tag five people, and acknowledge who tagged you.

I officially tag Catherine, Diana, Bryan, Bronwyn, and CJ- but I would love to hear from everyone.
If you don’t want to post this in your blog, or you don’t have one, OR I didn’t “officially” tag you, go ahead and leave the comment so I can see what you’re reading!

=)

Fake a whisper and make me think you have said something horrible about me like they do on all the cartoons and sitcoms. You’re just blowing air through your teeth, regulating its flow so that it sounds like the rise and fall of syllables linked together, making love. I know you don’t mean it.

There is no sound with us. It’s all in our heads. Sound is something that I dream of and then it becomes real. Like the sound of my heartbreaking or your sobbing coming from the world next door. None of it is real. It’s all broken glass and howling dogs.

You don’t even have tear ducts.
Lost ‘em in the war.

What war?

The war of losing ourselves to circumstance.

So Pumpkin’s clawing at the screen in Kat’s bedroom. (Which over looks the back door.) So Kat pulls him off and shuts the window. And then he gets up there and starts making this weird purring sound at the window. Then Kat’s like, “What the hell?”

And she walks downstairs to find Morn with his face literally pressed against the glass. When she turned on the porch light there was Loki, just sitting there. She opened the door and in he ran. And then he promptly drank a shit ton of water and reunited with Pumpkin and Morn. And then we woke up Nicole and Jarren to let them know.

Fuck yeah.
The kitten’s outdoor adventures are over for now.
(And it wasn’t even Homeward Bound style)