Sad things I do

Last Wednesday was my birthday. I was looking foward to all the cute little messages I was going to get on my Myspace, but I didn't get a single one. I spent a good part of the day pouting because of this. Then at like 3:45 I realized I didn't have my profile set to show that it was even my birthday. Still, I don't like to think of a perfectly good pout being wasted, so I pouted because my grandma didn't send a card (it came the next day) and because my mom didn't call (which is truly a stretch of a pout). All in all, I was satisfied because I did some pretty good pouting on my birthday. This would be one of those sad things I do.

Since I know all my loving friends would have sent me cute little messages had they known it was my birthday, I will take this moment to wish myself a Happy Birthday on your behalf... thanks! It was a good day.

Another sad thing I do also involves Myspace. Sometimes I peruse profiles of people I hated in high school, and think about how much I still hate them. Unlike the pouting, this doesn't make me feel good. I should stop doing it. It's a sad thing I do.

This last week I was making dinner, and I was super bored. So I started talking to myself about what I was cooking, like I had my own cooking show or something. It was kind of fun. But then my dinner tasted like shit and I was forced to cancel the cooking show in my head. That was unbelieveably sad.

Every week at storytime the kids do a craft, which usually involves glueing construction paper to a popsicle stick. I always do them, but sometimes they look really bad and so I tell Tom that Jacob did them himself. That's a sad, and sort of low, thing I do.

I do a lot of sad things. This could become a series.