Shake 'n Bakey!!!

There's nothing like waking up early, playing video games, depositing a fistful of cash into the bank, giving to charity, and getting a free donut all with perfect hair to set a Friday off right.

Here's the story. I woke up early. (That part's easy.) Then I played through the Tribal Stage of Spore, a game that actually kind of sucks because the novelty of building a creature kinda wears off after 10 minutes and then you're like "This game is about as hard as Sesame Street ABC would be for an autistic Voltaire scholar." I wiped out 5 rival tribes in 30 minutes, after which my blue dinosaurs with flowers growing out their heads (scientific name: Trannysaurus Rex) built a city hall shaped like a spurting penis and I switched my computer over to xtube.

After my shower, I went to the bank to deposit TWO paychecks because I had forgotten to do the last one, so I feel super rich now. SO rich, in fact, that when the nice girl in the lobby standing next to a table of brownies and doughnuts and stuff asked me if I'd give a dollar or two to help leukemia research, I gave her 20. She was so happy, so I was so happy, and I got to take a doughnut. I guess technically the doughnut wasn't free. A REAL cynic would claim I paid $20 for the doughnut, but that's dumb. It was free to me.

Oh and my hair looks awesome today. It did when I left the house, at least. I haven't seen myself since then.

Kevin: i have a song by Beck that was remixed by a chiptunes artist
and its probably one of my favorite songs on my ipod
its all gameboy music and beck's voice

me: Cool. I don't really follow Beck.
I ain't no Follow Beck Girl!
AAAAAHAHAHAHA!

TBJIF!

I woke up this morning with a total brains-craving (i.e. zombie-like) and layed in bed for two hours and so ended up SUPER late to work and in a bad mood, but it was cured and you get to find out how!

Steps for an Instant Good Day

1. A creepy but not wholly unattractive upper-middle-aged man ogles you on the subway and whispers "Hoooooot" as you pass by in your new sunglasses. That's "hot", not "hoot". If he whispered "hoot", it would have been approx. 10% more uplifting. (n.b. I did notice that this man had a zit, though, so he may have just been feeling Pizzaface Kindred Spiritness. I told you about my zit, right?)
2. When you get to work, the new guy brings in Chinese pork buns, which are exactly the kind of fatty, salted thing you'd been craving for days.
3. Lastly, you play a fun word game in your head all by yourself until you decide to ask your Facebook friends for help even though barely anyone does. I played "Ends with -cello with a CH Sound." The results: violoncello, lemoncello, Monticello, and Annette Funicello.

And I've been in a fabulous mood ever since!

Another thing that helped is finding out a bluemoon chat buddy of mine has embarked on a delightful little romance, the story of which is one of those that restores ones faith in love.

Oh but also I'm SUPER PISSED because Tropical Storm Hannah Montana is going to cause it to rain all day tomorrow on my birthday plans, so NOBODY'S ALLOWED TO STAY HOME or I should be very cross with you.

Ok I'm going to lunch.