Give me a sugar pill and watch me just rattle down the street.

Acetaminophen. You see the medicine.

So today my coffee shop boyfriend and I had this meaningful conversation: (my jacket string flings up and hits me in the face as I stand in line to get my coffee) Phil: Your jacket is attacking you! Me: Yes. (under my breath) viciously... I want that. (I point to today's special coffee Black Forest Mocha) Phil: Would you like that in paper or porcelain? Me: (ashamed, again too quietly and almost under my breath) Paper. Phil: Did you say paper? Me: (loudly, almost tourette's-like) Yes! Phil: Okay. Me: Thanks.

What is wrong with me?

Hey who thinks I should try to get a part-time job at this coffee shop so that Phil and I can become best friends for life? I've been thinking about it. I'm always here. I have coffee slinging experience. It is very close to where I live. I could walk to work if I wanted to. They are always hiring new people and people are always leaving. Plus, I love jobs where you get tips. Especially tips in change. I love change. Dinosaur-head has been looking a little pathetic lately. Dinosaur-head is a dinosaur cookie jar I've had since junior high that I put all my spare change into and routinely, about once a month, count and put into those paper change holders that the banks tell me they don't use anymore. I usually do this when I'm done reorganizing my cds. This takes care of my womanly organizational needs all in one shot and I'm good for another month.

I also keep my spare keys in dinosaur-head and some other vital important things because It is the one thing in my life I keep a close eye on and have never lost or broken. So if I ever say, "look in dinosaur-head" now you'll know what I mean.

Do you think that this picture is cute enough to go on this cute overload website?



My aunt took it of little baby chachi when he was just a little baby puppy doggy. Ohhhh. Awwwwwe. Oooooohh.