silliness

I went to K-Mart yesterday for some things I needed (laundry supplies, a universal remote, a digital alarm clock) and some things I didn't (Cheez-Its, blank VCR tapes). Lately, I've been feeling more girl-y (what infatuation can do for you), so now my room smells like Nair. The upside is that I have smooth calves now.

While there, I decided to treat myself by expanding my Beatles collection. The only Beatles CD in K-Mart's racks that I didn't already own was Help!, so that's what I got. (Incidentally, the Beatles might be one of the very few musical interests Paul and I share. He's into musicals and big band, and he said specifically that he doesn't really like any of the music from the '70s and '80s.)

I wonder if he thinks of me, and what he would think if he knew how often I think of him.

a response of mine in challenging_god

God never calls on the phone.

Heh. You'd be surprised.

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( another response of mine from challenging_god )