“Now he’s dipping her in hot mustard?! This guy is a monster!”
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And then spend all that money on chocolate and ice cream.
I remember first being introduced to pulleys in school and they were nothing short of magic. This tiny kid can lift the teacher! It was like experiencing super powers.
Back a few years ago I was hired via a phone interview for a new job that required me to move to a new state. It was for more money and more responsibilities than I had ever had before. Unfortunately I developed a persistant cough that prevented me from completing a single sentence for the first 2 weeks after I arrived. I awkwardly met hundreds of people for the first time while barely able to speak.
I’m fascinated by recent news stories referring to people “dating” that have never met in real life. It makes it really seem plausible that people will start having relationships with some sort of artificial life in the future. I assumed it would have to be some sort of physical robot but apparently text and a voice will make the cut.
I think whenever I wish for a force field of some sort to protect me from something I never remember to account for my need to breathe. If I’m making up a pretend force field in my head why can’t is also magically create a breathable atmosphere? Maybe a force field with a snorkel?
You rarely get to choose when love will strike. Sometimes you just have to trust in yourself and make the leap. Sometimes it’s wonderful. Sometimes you forget you aren’t a very good jumper and just kind of flop around on the beach like a fish out of water waiting for someone to kick you back in.
Today’s Biff smells what’s cooking.
I remember collecting a bouquet of dandelion flowers on my way to school to give to my first grade teacher. I proudly showed them off to the other kids waiting around on the playground for the doors to open in the morning. It was going pretty good until an older kid piped up. “Those aren’t flowers, dandelions are weeds!” I dumped them in a shameful lump over by the fence and shuffled in to class with my head hung low.
