More strange search terms in the log files to report this evening: “fanny juice pics.” People, stop it. That’s kinda gross.

Search terms found in my log file this morning: “britney in bathroom.” I’m so very afraid that someone clicked on my page after searching for this. And, I’m sure they were quite disappointed with the results.

I always have this extreme fear that, whenever I wear a new article of clothing, I’ll forget to take the tags off or remove those pesky little stickers that always say “L.” So, what did I discover on my new shirt five minutes ago? I hope no one saw me ….

I seem to have an intense coffee dribbling problem.

My kitchen has been besieged by fruit flies. I feel so … helpless.

TS, are you online right now?

If I had that cool digital camera that I’ve been itching for, I would have had these pics from the Aquatennial Torchlight Parade up much sooner. No captions; just make up what you will about this one.

Lately I’ve been feeling like I’m caught on the teeter-totter of life/work balance. No, I’m not working ungodly hours and I don’t neglect my friends and family or my social life in general. In fact, just the opposite is true: I’ve been having so much fun outside of work that it’s hard to settle down and do what I’m supposed to do every day from 8 to 5. So, instead of actually working, I just spent the past five minutes blogging about this phenomenon. And I wonder why I’m feeling so behind.

Pardon me while I change the color of my web site. Back momentarily.

For an ultimately delightful web shopping experience, try glassdogs drygoods. I swear, Lance Arthur is God himself. If you’re so inclined to make my Christmas purchases early, I’ll take t-shirt number three and mugs one, two, and three.