So. Turns out? I have no life. I do, however, have crispy green beans, sesame chicken and lettuce wraps from PF Changs. And frankly? I’m okay with this. Because have you tasted their lettuce wraps?
Along with this having no life? Is having nothing at all to write about. Seriously. I’m going to have to start making shit up. Because I’ve got nothing at all to write about. I’m thinking of going to the midnight showing of Harry Potter tomorrow because I have nothing at all to write about. Unless it was tonight. Then I’m not going. Or maybe I will.
But, I’m trying really hard not to try to cut my own hair, or like, fix my own car.
Although…I think that the right (or left) brake light is out on my car. Because now when I turn on my right (or left) blinker, it goes really fast. Instead of going tick – tick – tick - tick. It goes tick-tick-tick-tick. I think that means the bulb is out. But I’m not sure. I need someone to follow me around some turns and call me on my cell phone and let me know. Where call means text.
Also. All the light bulbs in my hallway are out. I have two ceiling fans with three bulbs each. All six are out. Or the chains are pulled the wrong way. Probably the bulbs are out, but I’m not sure. Maybe I need to have someone stand at the other end of my hallway and turn the light switches on and off while I pull the chains and then call me and tell me if the lights turn on. Where call means I’ve got nothing at all to write about.
Okay. So I’m going to try to figure out if the 12:10am showing of Harry Potter listed at the very end of the Tuesday, July 14th schedule of movies is at 12:10am tonight, which really makes it Wednesday, July 15th, or if it really means it’s tomorrow, which is technically 12:10am Thursday, July 15th. Maybe someone could go to the theatre and call me and let me know. Where call means fuck it, I’m going to bed. Where fuck it, I’m going to bed means fuck it, I’m going to PF Changs for more lettuce wraps. Because have you tasted their lettuce wraps? Where have you tasted their lettuce wraps means I have nothing at all to write about.
14 comments:
This is not your worst post ever. Because? Lettuce wraps from pfchangs. You can't go wrong with that. Plus? You have no worst. You have good and better. But no worst. Seriously. Have you seen your ponytail? People with ponytails like that? Have no worst. Ever.
Lettuce wraps are great. I've heard. Can't eat them because there might be garlic and I might die but oh well... And yeah, just show us pics of your perfect ponytail and we're happy. Jealous, but happy.
And even when you have absolutely nothing to write about? You still make me laugh til I leak a little.
And where I say leak I little? I totally mean tears from my eyes...um..yeah...that's it.
Aw. But those lettuce wraps are seriously delicious.
what the hell are you talking about? you need your kids to come home... like soon... or suture mouse... or your wife... or somebody... cause that was all blah blah blah... except for the lettuce wraps part... oh and you reminded me to get tickets for henry and I to see harry potter today... and blah blah blah...
Fax me some lettuce wraps, mmkay?
I just love those lettuce wraps! I'm feeling bored and blah myself right now, but a lettuce wrap or a Blizzard would help.
I will come pull your chains.
-Sent from my iPhone boyfriend on tour with my husband, Adam Lambert, who still is still playing hard to get where hard to get equals has still not responded to my tweets
Damn. One too many "stills" up there because I still can't type on my damn iPhone boyfriend while I'm on tour with my husband, Adam Lambert, where on tour with my husband, Adam Lambert, equals standing in line at Disneyland.
DON'T CUT YOUR HAIR!
Omigod! I am having the same problem with the suddenly dementedly fast blinker. Just on one side! And I did have David check, and no lights are out. It's just gone haywire. If you figure it out, please let me know.
I will have to diverge with you and many others on the charms of PF Changes lettuce wraps. That place is gnarly. Not in a good way. I know I'm in the minority here.
I would be more than willing to send you my children for a few days (weeks?) - they would be so sweet and charming for you. Really. Because they keep the other stuff for me.
Or maybe I can come instead and I can give you my opinion on your ticky car thingamabob (Yes, that is the technical term for it) while you drive us to get lettuce wraps?
But no hair cutting. Just put away those scissors - your ponytail will thank you.
At least when you have nothing to write about, you like, WRITE and shit. 'Cause I just fail and like, DON'T WRITE.
And, hey, wanna go out?
Did you know that you can turn on your turn signals while your car is parked and walk around to check them? Pro-tip of the day.
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