deeples

It’s completely possible that I just stole potatoes from the cafeteria.

Or at least conspired to eat potatoes that were given to me by Arthur The Grill Cook under the guise that he was giving me a *wink* “sample”.  I’m pretty sure that the cashier would have considered it a “side order”.  The fact that I practically ran from the cafeteria with my potatoes adds my guilt, I suppose. People that believe they have really been given a free sample probably just walk out of the cafeteria. They might even mosey.

My ipod is shuffling through The Donnas and Beck and the Dixie Chicks and Tenacious D… which is amusing and jarring all at the same time.

Birth of a President for $400 (says my Jeopardy calendar)

Answer: August 19, 1946 in Hope, Arkansas

Ahhh.. Clinton…….  *grin*

I really hope that little cowboy that sings to his turkeys keeps making it through on American Idol…. what a sweet kid.

I’ve been having the weirdest dreams lately. Mostly about Thursday Night People.  Quite distrurbing, actually…  I haven’t seen any of them in a few weeks.  But if one of them shows up with a fish tonight, I’m outta there.

Bah. My ability to focus is for shit these days.

Not that it’s noticeable.  Jesus.

Ok… here’s something weird….

I like to peel stuff.   Like, when you get sunburned and your skin peels?  I can actually lose HOURS of my life on something like that.  I will even get the tweezers do get the microscopic peels when there is nothing big enough left to get with my fingers.

I also like to put Elmer’s glue on my hands… and then wave them around until they dry and then peel the glue off them.

WHAT IS THAT ALL ABOUT?!

Does a person have a genetic tendency toward peeling?  The same way I believe I was born with an inherant hatred of rootbeer and the ability to sing a song 10 seconds before it comes on the radio — do I also have a strand of DNA somewhere with a little placard that reads, “Peeler” on it?

This desire does not extend itself to fruit and vegetables…  so, please don’t recommend any KP duty for me…  but I don’t mind peeling other people, either. My family generously indulges me when they accidently get a sunburn….  but only for a short period of time. They don’t have the STAMINA for an hour long Peel-fest like I do!  Amateurs!

So, since it’s the dead of winter and sunburns are hard to come by — my new thing is to peel my chapped lips.  All I know is, they should build the SPACE SHUTTLE out of LIPS – because baby, that stuff just keeps growing back like nobody’s business.  I must peel the equivalent of at least 1 pair off lips off every day… I do it without thinking… I even do it with my teeth… that futile attempt to trap a chapped piece between your teeth… and yet – I still have lips.  They look no worse for the wear.  Maybe mine are bionic?  Or Terminator lips that regenerate?   I wish they weren’t so indestructable because then I’d leave them alone!  If it was painful or terrible looking, I’d like to think that eventually I’d stop peeling my own lips off.

God, this is a really twisted post.

hmmm…  this is perhaps an “over-share”

*peel, peel, peel*