There's this moment, especially here at Google, when the massage is done and the person is leaving and it's when they should tip but they're either not going to or they left it in the bowl in the room, and we just sorta look at each other awkwardly and i try to say something that sounds professional like 'drink extra water. if you're sore ice' while they look at me and i look at them .....and yeah. it's uncomfortable sometimes.
last night i had a really unpleasant dream. i was jogging in la with lola and kate walsh (weird, huh). we were running on grass, but there were all these pits in it, deep ones, that we kept having to jump over. lola and i were doing a really good job and then lola sorta fell behind and i looked back just in time to see her fall into a big hole. she was trying to hang on with her front paws but she couldn't get herself back up and she fell in. i ran over to the hole, which was giant but she was gone. i woke up hyperventillating. lola was sleeping next to me. it was a really unpleasant way to wake up.
i think i'm going to name my bike hank. it's full name will be henry bacon, but i will never use it. i've just been thinking about the name henry, and then last night i was telling ines about this totally discusting bacon donut sandwhich thing i saw a picture of that made me a little sick just to think about and she said 'everything with you is about bacon' so...bacon it is.
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