Eyes burning with the fire of leisure
My head is on fire from sitting in front of my computer far too much for the last few days. It's all well worth it though. I spent a fair bit of today attempting to work on the website. I have a few ideas in mind for a layout now, but actually implementing it will take a lot of work, finding the exact sizes and colours and such.
As you should hopefully note, I make some small changes to the blog every time I post. I'm really only posting to make sure the new changes work. I now (hopefully) have the link opening in a new window, since that's fun.
I had yet another dream about that cute redhead last night...this time I was hitting on her in the cafe, and for some reason I saw Vicky coming into the cafe from a bus stop or something of the like. Then I tried to wave John over to where I was, but he didn't comply, at which point I said "man, even monkeys can be trained to respond to hand signals". Some guy laughed at that as I was walking over to John. Man, if only I saw Nathalie as frequently in real life as I do in my dreams, I could at least complain about not having the guts to talk to her, but I haven't seen her in months. Well it doesn't matter much anyways, since I'm leaving in less than two weeks, and I'll probably never see her again as long as I live.
Well, I think I'll see if they have any stuffed pretzels in the cafe, before it's too late...in fact I think they might be closing right now. Stupid blog.
Listening to... The Offspring - Gotta Get Away
Link of the moment... The cute redhead
Note: In retrospect, her hair isn't really all that red...but she dyes it.
As you should hopefully note, I make some small changes to the blog every time I post. I'm really only posting to make sure the new changes work. I now (hopefully) have the link opening in a new window, since that's fun.
I had yet another dream about that cute redhead last night...this time I was hitting on her in the cafe, and for some reason I saw Vicky coming into the cafe from a bus stop or something of the like. Then I tried to wave John over to where I was, but he didn't comply, at which point I said "man, even monkeys can be trained to respond to hand signals". Some guy laughed at that as I was walking over to John. Man, if only I saw Nathalie as frequently in real life as I do in my dreams, I could at least complain about not having the guts to talk to her, but I haven't seen her in months. Well it doesn't matter much anyways, since I'm leaving in less than two weeks, and I'll probably never see her again as long as I live.
Well, I think I'll see if they have any stuffed pretzels in the cafe, before it's too late...in fact I think they might be closing right now. Stupid blog.
Listening to... The Offspring - Gotta Get Away
Link of the moment... The cute redhead
Note: In retrospect, her hair isn't really all that red...but she dyes it.
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