Three months before I started working at Tosh. Coincidence? I’m not really sure.
Ho’okipa, Hawaii 2012
Category: Random Thoughts
Dream Casserole
You know when a million things from your day end up smashing together into one big dream casserole while you sleep?
Your day:
- You saw a squirrel run up a tree
- Your mom called and said that she mailed your debit card
- A necklace really caught your eye
- You got pissed at your roommate
- You drank a strawberry-kiwi Snapple
Your dream:
Your mom is holding a pet squirrel that is wearing a necklace. You’re on the phone with your roommate, who you are telling off because she won’t give you back your debit card so you can buy Snapple.
Yes, Sam Is Short For Samantha
This is going to be hard for you to believe, but every time I introduce myself to a guy and say, “I’m Sam” they respond with, “Is that short for Samantha?”
Swear to God, 9 times out of 10. Next time someone says, “Hi, I’m Tom” I’m going to say, “I know this is extremely obvious, but is that by any chance short for Thomas?”
Plot twist! This all changed when an old man struck up a conversation with me in the Starbucks line this morning. You know how sometimes old people can say things to you and you’re left wondering if what they said was nice, or if they insulted you? This happened 12 times in the course of our brief conversation, ending with:
“I’m Jerry.”
“I’m Sam.”
“Your dad wanted a boy, huh?”
“…It’s actually short for Samantha.”
On Olives
I don’t like olives. Which also means I don’t like blue cheese stuffed olives. “What?! You’re crazy! They’re delicious!” I feel like they should be called vomit stuffed oh-my-god-I-wish-this-was-a-grape.
Redeeming quality: olive oil. Would like to bathe in it.
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