My sick boyfriend

Poor Mike is feeling crappy today, so I went over to his house to try to make him feel better.

I got him some Sprite and some Gatorade and some tea, and I was feeling pretty good about my caretaker skills.

Then I pulled on the power cord to unplug my computer and accidentally made the fan fall on his head.

Oops.

Serenading

The poor lady who’s here in the computer lab with me has had to endure my incessant humming (OK, I’ll admit it … it’s probably closer to singing) along with Colbie Caillat, Amos Lee and Sara Bareilles.

Pic by P_a_h.

Oh well.

I was here first.

Names on Boxes

The following is a message that Mike sent me yesterday morning. As a little background information, Mike and his roomies never throw anything away. Thus, they have old boxes a-plenty, most of which still have the first addressee’s name on the box. In this case, Mike was recycling one of William’s old boxes.

9:51 AM Mike: SO the other night i got a box out of the tonnes we have in the laundry room and packed up that laptop i’m going to sell on e-bay

i packed it up, taped it up, and this morning, the box was open

9:52 AM and william was like: “I saw this huge heavy box with my name on it, and got super excited and opened it!”

Pretty funny, no? I literally lol’ed.