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.”



O.O What a surprise!
My parents don’t call to talk. Actually in first year, I was the weird kid because I never heard from my parents or received little care packages or…anything. Oh sigh.
Yeah, my mom always calls me and we always hang out. But I rarely hear from my dad (who’s in Alaska) so it was definitely startling.