Oral HPV infections way more common in men. Huh.

I kind of want to high-five them for making the effort. Is that wrong?

Not at all wrong.

Sophia, see I probably would not have even talked to a man sleeping in my car, I would have called 911.

What I said was "You are scaring me. I am going to exit the car right now." Then he said "This isn;t my car?" and I said "No it is my car." and I swaer he said "Then, where is my car?". That is what lead me to trying to ehp him find his car. And bel ate for work.

msbelle, you didn't really punch him that hard with your tiny fists of rage (if it's when we were together). Or did you punch his fake bird?

I remember there was a point when I looked at Noah and I thought, "I wish I knew what he was thinking." I now look at him and think, "stop sharing!!"

No, I did not hit him hard, and I probably did hit the parrot. It was more about my reaction. She found it fascinating that I hate meeting people. She picked up IMMEDIATELY that I was an extrovert.

I think if I found a strange man in my car, I would call the cops, poke him until he woke up, and then awkwardly explain to the police why he wasn't there anymore. That's about my current capacity for dealing with the unexpected.

I remember there was a point when I looked at Noah and I thought, "I wish I knew what he was thinking." I now look at him and think, "stop sharing!!"

Ahahaha!

Both of my nephews are at various stages of running commentary (Tyler is the same age as Noah.) With T, it's that. With Dominic, it is once again "I wish I understood his brain." He is so random. Current thing is that he can sing, pretty well (he's probably the only one in our family who can.) And he does it a lot, makes it up as he goes along and it's pretty fucking random and where the fuck is that coming from?!

It's kinda awesome and hilarious.

And he does it a lot, makes it up as he goes along and it's pretty fucking random and where the fuck is that coming from?!

Hee. My family is all about bursting into random made-up song about...doing the dishes or something. And we will join in and offer our own made-up bits. (I'm not saying it sounds GOOD...) Usually operatic-style.

I am stuck in SFO (and not any of the GOOD terminals) for the next two hours at least. And then on a plane for a couple hours. Sigh. I have, however, snagged a decent seat (ALL the flights are delayed, so it's mad crowded). And more importantly, a powerport, since I forgot my kindle and have to entertain myself with my phone on the plane (I am currently using my work computer, because I"m not going to surf for two hours on the phone).

So please, please entertain me.

Yesterday when I was compulsively spending my 40% off coupon at Banana Republic (they need to stop sending me that shit--I love buying their stuff at a discount), I was torn between the solid pink shirt and the pink plaid one. I finally went with plaid, and apparently it was definitely the right decision. The last shirt that got these many compliments was Batman. The guy with the 55 sneakers (and the psychedelic ones) assured me he'd totally wear this shirt. I like it anyway.

I had a weird awkward but good moment in a meeting yesterday. It was about managing the vendor for the project I've been knocking myself unconscious over (but still enjoy). They're...problematic. It was basically the people on the ground of the project, plus their bosses. The business owner kept looking at me, not my boss, as the authority on what IT needed to do.

That's good, right? And my boss is chill. But I seriously didn't know where to look. I'm trying to defer, she's staring at me like I have the Grail stuck up my ass...

But I ran with it, because that's the proactive and assertive thing to do.

This job is making me have all the feelings right now.

As does the idea of Ryan Reynolds starring alongside Denzel Washington.

It's a complex time right now.

And he does it a lot, makes it up as he goes along and it's pretty fucking random and where the fuck is that coming from?!

Sara does this, too. Every once in a while when she's really in her head, drawing or even playing with her Polly Pockets, I'll hear singing, and it's sort of warbly and stream-of-consciousness. So funny.