I was on the highway this evening behind a pick-up truck. Its tailgate wasn't solid so I could see right into the bed of the truck. "Funny," I thought, "that kind of looks like a hand." It obviously wasn't an actual human hand, but a mannequin one, and it was sticking out from a pile. I paused and noticed that the pile was made up of mannequin parts. There was a head, and a torso, and some legs. At that point I noticed that the plates of the truck distinguished it as an official fire department truck. But it was still somewhat disturbing.
Anyway, I've meant to write more this week, but I feel like I haven't had anything to say. I'm at a point where nothing is going on, really, and I've just been sort of blah of late. There have been perks; I went to the Orioles-Yankees game on Wednesday and saw the Orioles win 13-2. That was nice (the Yankees can afford to lose one or two and besides, Boston also lost). Things are just sort of plugging along for me. It would be nice to be excited about something. I mean, I'm looking forward to going to Ohio next weekend and seeing my family, but the 8-hour car ride each way with my parents and grandmother is keeping me from being too excited about it. So I don't know. I'm sure something will come along.
I did, however, revise my list of boyfriends. It's been almost 2 years since I posted my last list of boyfriends so I thought it was time for a revision. I made a comprehensive list and got frightened and its length (it came to 19; yeah, I know). So I boiled it down to the absolute necessary boyfriends, which was terribly traumatic. But after much deliberating, here's the new list:
Head Boyfriend
Michael Ball
Boyfriends (in alphabetical order)
Ioan Gruffudd
Damian Lewis
Brian Roberts
Jon Stewart
Michael Vartan
Current song in my head:
"Daydream Believer" by the Monkees