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Sep. 27th, 2004 11:02 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
oakenguyRandom notes:
I was mooned on the way to the CT Faire, by a two-year-old in a rest stop. Not intentionally--he was standing at the urinal, and apparently hadn't grokked the whole 'unzipping the fly' thing. It's still a very odd thing to see when you look in the mirror.
I woke up this morning with a splinter in the palm of my hand. There's no dark, splintery wood anywhere near my bed. Could the dog have walked across me and left it? Am I walking on my hands in my sleep?
It's looking increasingly possible that the tub of truffles I tried to donate to the CTRF cast wound up in a dumpster somewhere. This makes me very sad.
I was mooned on the way to the CT Faire, by a two-year-old in a rest stop. Not intentionally--he was standing at the urinal, and apparently hadn't grokked the whole 'unzipping the fly' thing. It's still a very odd thing to see when you look in the mirror.
I woke up this morning with a splinter in the palm of my hand. There's no dark, splintery wood anywhere near my bed. Could the dog have walked across me and left it? Am I walking on my hands in my sleep?
It's looking increasingly possible that the tub of truffles I tried to donate to the CTRF cast wound up in a dumpster somewhere. This makes me very sad.
