Lettuce In Your Face

Well, I've done it again. I've invented a wonderfully simple and entertaining game. It's called, "Lettuce in Your Face." This is how it works. Use iceberg lettuce, because it's cheap and has virtually no nutritional value. Get it wilted, like the outside layer. Not brown and gross. Just soft and silky, so there are no hard edges. Get a couple of large pieces. Walk up to someone and ask them if they want to play a game. When they ask what the game is, you say, "well... (now the following words and actions are performed simultaneously) it's LETTUCE IN YOUR FACE!! (as you throw the leafs of lettuce in their face, not hard mind you, just fast enough to surprise them.) HOLY FUCK! Is this a fun game!!! And everyone likes it! Then you just keep calling out LETTUCE IN YOUR FACE as you exchance lettuce throws.

In other news. Tomorrow afternoon I return home. Alot of going back and forth this month, because of birthdays and silly holidays. My car is up and running, though with a few twitches that will probably result in another 600-800 bucks to fix. At this point I will either sell it as is, or keep the damn car for myself. I do love the car. I love its look, I love the way it drives, and I love the extended freedom I would get with it. So we'll see. I don't have the money to finish the repairs yet.

The passing of time never hits me quite as much as when I swipe my metrocard and it reads "insufficient funds." This means that a month has passed since I bought the card. I am ALWAYS surprised and often suspicious when this happens. Because time has passed SO quickly, I can't help but think the MTA is screwing me over. That's right, I'm squinting my eye at you MTA.

I am thinking this week is going to be dedicated to writing and the like, since I don't have much of a life. Fortunately I have much to write and much to get ready to mail out. Plus I will be getting research materials around Tuesday for my script, which I am anxious to dig into. I guess that's it. Bye.