Human Encyclopedia swears that there’s some kind of weird relationship between me and the physicality of the world. Out of Pure Luck, I seem to unerringly find every door jamb and street pole in existence, even with my eyes closed. Every time I bump into things, H.E. compares me to a pinball in a pinball machine. “You know, I just moved those door jambs, just so you’d bump into them.” Ha ha. Very funny. Well… tonight, H.E. and I were…
Growing up, I inhabited a tiny bedroom in which I rearranged the furniture every now and then to find some extra space. I got really good at moving heavy objects around—my twin bed, my chest of drawers, my dresser drawers with the mirror, my nightstand, etc. I would rearrange my books and magazines, my clothes, and my other stuff around them, and I would do it all by myself, cute little me with the scrawny arms and legs. I got…
I have no computer, so I post this via ESP. I have a new lease on life… or at least on a condo. Although I managed to rip another pair of jeans (apparently it’s a price I pay), the move was smoother this time, and thanks to Dave, I now think of Ex-Lax when I think of smooth moves. You think there’s no snow in California? I don’t have cable until Friday; I see plenty of snow on my television…