I was talking on the phone with Frances last night and I was telling her about my first day in California, when I realized that I hadn't yet told you, my faithful reader.

My first day in California (this time) was a momentous one. I went to Ikea with my parents and we were in the children's section looking at some flip-flops that looked like frog's feet. Two teenagers walked up and pick up the flip-flops and one of them says, "Ohmigod! These are hell of cool!"

I looked at my parents and said, "I'm home."

The end.

Actually, I'm just posting this because Ian is harrassing me about it. For some reason I don't really feel like updating a lot lately, and I think it's because I am getting NO LOVE.

Someone at my work just told me that in his high school P.E. class there was an albino boy that used to pee on the wrestling mats and then slide through it, ala slip-n-slide. I don't know if I believe it, but I sure want to.