"I like your... baby."

A few years ago, I received a compliment from some girl who's name I do not remember. She said "Hey, I like your shirt." "Oh thanks!" I said, and thought nothing else of it. She stood there, waiting. After a few seconds of awkward silence she goes, "Well don't you like anything about me?"

Uhh. Wait. What?



I feel like generally, we give compliments out of the goodness of our hearts, or because we genuinely like something, and not to receive a compliment back or to make it blatantly obvious that our self-esteem is low and we're in need of empty praise. Anyway, that's beside the point. I think I complimented her shoes, or something, and carried on my way.

I told that story to a friend today. A couple hours later he told me that my "I like your shirt..." story had just ruined his day. I asked what he meant by this, and he said "I was at the post office, and a lady said she liked my shirt. I panicked, remembered your story, felt obligated to reply and said "Thanks... I like your... baby." She just stared at me."

If that doesn't count for good deed of the day, I just don't know what does.

I'm an incredible conversationalist.

Melissa:
        -2 morality points.

Jim:
        I'm going to have to give you -23 for starting a morality point system.

Melissa:
        It'll keep things interesting.

Jim:
        That it will.
        +9.

Melissa:
        I vote that I'm still winning.

Jim:
        Oh, hate to see that. -3.

Melissa:
        You're taking away points for the stupidest things.
        -293479823754.

Jim:
        Jim is awesome +99999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999999.
        Clearly I'm aloud to act as a third outside party to judge myself as well.
        Completely unbiased of course.

Melissa:
        You can't award yourself points!!
        Cheating punk.

Jim:
        Woah woah, it isn't my fault if you didn't think up a loophole.

Melissa:
        Melissa has the right to deny all self-awarded points, and in doing such, can also give penalty points to those who award points to themselves. Jim does not get this power, and in fact, gets no power. Ever.


Welcome to the majority of our conversations.

Cocoa Puffs

I really like Cocoa Puffs, on occasion. The best part, of course, is when you eat all of the cereal, and you're left with the delicious chocolate milky goodness at the end. Well, unless you drink too much and your stomach is like, wtf dude.


Good job, Cocoa Puffs. Good. Job.

A year ago today.

Jared Michael
October 16, 1984 - July 9, 2009


Love you. Miss you. Think the absolute world of you.

House. Before and After.

October.




Today.



Cool, huh.

If God ate Shishkabob.

"Dad, if God ate shishkabob, I'm pretty sure it would taste like this. No wait. If God MADE shishkabob, I'm pretty sure it would taste like this.

         ...is that blasphemous?"

"...Maaaybe a little bit."



Also, someone please come up with a theme song for this. Pronto.


Make "Team Lift!" sound like the most kick-a crime fighting team ever.

Thanks.


...I think my family forgets how weird I am. But then again, my mom and I were just talking about "spidey senses," so really, they shouldn't be surprised. I was genetically predisposed to be this way.

Happy.

"You and Melissa are very different. Melissa has one emotion... Happy."


I can live with this.