Celery Monster?! What's with this?

the world has come to a sad new level of political correctness when cookie monster goes on a diet.

alternate titles for this blog:
hello hades.
the addictive covers of trash magazines- they suck you in.
every picnic table for miles around is taken.

before i forget, correction to last blog, we learned the saLSa, not the saMBa.

every single person in the tristate had a grill out today, i swear. i sold so many hot dogs and hamburgers and buns its not even funny. also, we had a bunch of people getting propane tanks. poor grace, she was our nonfoods person tonight, every time she'd start something, she'd get called up to get a propane tank.

my mind is blank, i can't remember a single other thing i did today. oh, thats because i worked all day. huh. and i always find sundays a depressing day to work, for some reason. specially when its nice out. ah well.
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there was something from work friday i was going to post...
can't remember that either.
definitely at a blank.
i'll stop now before i hurt myself.


To see a world in a grain of sand, and heaven in a wildflower.
To hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour.