I have no energy left to rewrite what was about to be my most phenomenal post ever - the kind of post that would be picked up by some blogger super-mega-group and catapult my blog readership into the stratosphere ...
oh well at least I have poptarts .. and you guys, you guys and poptarts make everything better
The only thing left to write about is my post office visit today - where
1. the postal clerk Joe told another customer that I was a painter
(huh?)
I just smiled and didn't correct him - I mean wth I did paint the kitchen once
but when I got up to the window I said "Joe, why did you tell that guy I was a painter?" and he said "I thought you were a painter" and I said "no, I'm not"
and he said "well, I thought you were a painter because you always have paint on your hands"
and I was all "huh? - paint on my hands, I always have paint on my hands? I don't always have paint on my hands Joe!"
and then I held up my hands ... and saw ... paint - wth ...
and 2. a sort-of neighbor asked me how my day was going and I told him I was very busy because I just did back to back shows and need to catch up and get back in the groove. And as soon as I didn't just say "fine", he looked all kind of annoyed that he asked.
Then I got all kind of annoyed because what kind of question is "how is your day going so far?" anyway? That's not something you ask someone if you just want them to say "fine."
That question is too specific and has too many syllables and demands an answer. Next time just ask me, "How are you?" So I can just say "fine" and not annoy you.
Ugh!
*hi, how are you? print by thebigharumph
