“Welcome to the part of the mall that smells like feet,” a large sign above me should have said.

Claire is frustrated and exhausted by her full-time job at the Magic Kingdom. This afternoon, she randomly informed me, “Disney ate my brain!”

Of course, I replied, “It’s prob’ly still hungry then.”

From Michelle‘s journal:

“I’m reading 2 books right now… One tells me how to be a good person… and the other one tells me how to get what I want… :-\ Decisions decisions…”

At precisely 10:50am, I received this vague, cryptic, single-line email from a co-worker named Rachel:

For those in the front office…..11:30 🙂

What an eerie message. Is 11:30 the end of the world? Or is she pointing out that the front office is in a different time zone from the rest of the company, and it was 11:30 in the front office at 10:50 elsewhere? Is she staging a coup, and we must march together at 11:30? I’m thoroughly intrigued… and a little worried.

“So you like Barbra Streisand?” the creepy Michael’s employee asked, indicating my What Would Barbra Do? t-shirt.

“Eh, I don’t know. I just thought it was a funny shirt… She’s okay.”

“I saw a thing on Saturday Night Live about her. They said she’s auctioning off all her possessions… and selling them on eGay.”

I laughed awkwardly.

A man at Starbucks, discussing my car with his friends:

“Well, it’s got a hula girl, and it says U-H-L-L, so I bet it’s from the University of Hawaii. University of Hawaii… hono-Lu-Lu or something.”

This is Alex’s away message right now:

“how many emo kids does it take to change a light bulb? …. none. you let the fuckers cry in the dark”

And that, my friends, is just one of the many reasons why Alex is awesome.

Almost everyone on my Buddy List has an away message up right now, and I think it would be interesting just to list all of them. If you’re one of those people who likes to do the same weird things that other people have done on their weblogs, feel free to do this too.

What do you dream about when your love is asleep at your side?

I am currently away from the computer.

“Why did it say bear right?”

“Usually that means there’s a fork in the road. Like, bear right at the fork in the road.”

“But… there wasn’t a fork.”

“Maybe the bear took it.”

Last night we were blocking a scene between Jeanette and Marina.

Jeanette raised her hand in the air and shook it. “They shake hands?” she asked the director, reading the stage directions in the script.

“No, Jeanette. Shake Marina’s hand. Like, a handshake.”