dude, i just heard one of the worst cases of bathroom noise. this dude in the stall next to the urinal had a nasty dump. first, came a rat-tat-tat of farts, and then came all these dumping noises. it sounded very fibrous, and there was A LOT of it. i'd hate to see what was in the toilet afterwards. and it sounded like he needed at least five wipes to get his ass clean.
so alan and ting's puppy apparently has a clean ass after taking a dump. according to ting, "she pinches off neatly." still, i would hesitate about having a dog sit on my couch or something. what if the puppy leaves skidmarks everywhere? ick.
i woke up today with an usually sore neck. i guess it's from all the tics. sigh. but my neck and shoulders were totally tight when i woke up, and it hurt to turn or tilt my head. man. tourette's can really be a bitch. sometimes i wish i had the vocal form of tourette's, but then i stop wishing that after realizing that it would be totally socially traumatizing. i've had that before in elementary school and junior high, and man, the kids really made fun of me.
to all your anonymous comment posters out there, why not leave your name and a way to contact you? don't be shy or cowardly, just do it! that way, if i have something to say back at you, i'll be able to do it. :)
i think i must smell horrible to other people because of how much i smoke. just now, i went to the elevator, and when the door opened, a dude who obviously just had a smoke walked out. i stunk up the entire place! and that must be how i smell after having a cigarette. ick.
is andrea bocelli blind? (never mind, i just looked it up. he is.) i was watching him on last night's american idol, and i noticed that his eyes were always closed. hm. i thought katharine mcphee did a good job with the whitney houston song, but she got railed for not singing well enough. i hope she doesn't leave the show... she and taylor hicks are the reasons why i watch AI this season. plus, she showed some nice cleavage last night! it made me want to stuff my face between her breasts and go wild. motorboat!
paula abdul was in tears after hearing elliott yamin's. hm. i've never been moved to tears by any piece of music. ok, maybe i felt soft and warm and fuzzy after hearing this one lounge piece (the trumpet was so sweet), but my i've never cried. i wonder what that feels like.
speaking of crying, i haven't shed a tear in this millennium. i think the last time i cried was during a nervous breakdown over my tourette's. i was still living at lenox, and no one was around, and i was ticcing like a fucking madman. and it hurt, too. and i just burst into tears. i remember my nose running. and that was sometime in 1998-1999. yeah, it's been a long time.
i find that i haven't experienced a wide range of emotions in the past few years. nothing has made me super happy, and nothing has made me terribly sad, either. i'm sort of numb, i guess. maybe it's the medications i take, but my emotions haven't been very dynamic in a long long time. call me a zombie!
i smell banana in the office.
anyways, i've got half an hour to kill before i'm going home. gonna go do some debugging. bye!