today's google phrase of the day:
does anyone get a boner after using the shitter
ha! i mean, i am interested in my turds, but getting aroused by them? no way! this reminds me of that "2 girls, 1 cup" video that i talked about last week. ewww. scat stuff just grosses me out. i hope this dude doesn't actually *do* anything aside from getting a hard willy, like scoop his shit out of the bowl and wipe it all over his face or something.
speaking of dumps, i had some painful (spicy) ones today. yesterday, i had mongolian bbq, which means i added my usual 1.5 scoops of chili paste into the bowls. and for dinner, i met up with paul and leeya at pho hoa on castro, and i added my requisite large amount of sriracha into my bowl of pho. so needless to say, i paid for it today. i took a spicy dump this morning, and during basketball over lunch, i had to stop playing (twice, in fact) to take painful shits because i had such a bad stomachache. ouch! ah, but i love my spicy food. can't live without it.
because i love my stanford men's bball team, the players on those squads are like celebrities to me. so it's like star-gazing when i find them on facebook. i'm in awe. so far, i've perused the profiles of the likes of landry fields, michael mcdonald, arthur lee and chris hernandez. it's weird to see them out of their element (i.e., not on the basketball court) and as regular blokes. but yeah, i love those guys; they're my heroes!
so i found out the name of darby-guy. i'm thinking of calling him by the wrong name so he'll correct me, and then i'll correct him back. how about that?
yes, my dad does give me a side hug sometimes. i don't want to paint him as an unloving dad, because he's not. he does love his family members, but i just wanted to say that we've never had a real front-to-front hug before. he's funny, though. sometimes (like this past sunday) he carries a salad around, which he saves until he's hungry. i guess it's not that unusual, but i just find it a bit odd, seeing a guy carry around a container of food all over the place. once, it wasn't even in a container; he just bought a plastic bag of the stuff like the ones you get at a supermarket.
so i'm miffed at my dentist. they made me go in to get my teeth cleaned once every 4 months instead of the standard 6. but what i didn't know is that my dental insurance only covers teeth cleaning twice a year. so i had to foot the $100+ bill myself this third time around. *RAAR* so i'm not going to listen to my dentist anymore; i'm only going in twice a year, and that's that.
last night, i ran into an online personality outside tap-ex, and his friend was like the 67th or so employee at google. man, how awesome is that. she drove off in a mercedes, and apparently, she also owns a ferrari and a porsche 911 turbo. if i had all that money, i wouldn't spend it on cars, though. *ponder* actually, i don't know if i'd spend my money any differently, aside from having a nice house. i'd probably get a volvo S80 (yeah, i have a weird affinity for volvo's, most likely due to having liked girls who drove them). hopefully, i'd stay humble. but i would definitely take more vacations and do more travelling. but ah, to not have to worry about money...
sometimes i wonder if i'll ever be friends with an ex. (this is inspired by watching last night's episode of _how i met your mother_.) i mean, if i were stuck in a room with her, and it was just us two, what would we talk about? i mean, we used to be so close and intimate, how do we draw back to a platonic level?L hm. and that's not even including any bitter residual feelings about the breakup and stuff. double hm. anyways, i think i may have given up on this issue, and resigned to the fact that i'll never achieve this goal of mine. maybe it's just time to let go of it.
ok, time to head off.