Truthful Wednesday
If I were going to Chicago, it would be awesome. But not as awesome as getting to name my own flavor of Ben & Jerry’s.
04.06.11 ♥ 1
If I were going to Chicago, it would be awesome. But not as awesome as getting to name my own flavor of Ben & Jerry’s.
I see some confessees but no confessors yet! Be the first! And the last! But not the only!
Click on the link above to confess your hopes, dreams, anxieties, dreams, grievances, dreams or dreams about meeting people (or meeting people again) in Chicago. If you “submit,” your little icon appears on the dashboard with the big icon (shut up, that makes total sense). If you “ask,” it’ll appear on the reply — or you can be an anonymous confessor.
DO IT!
And feel free to reblog this, too. I am but a simple man in search of amusement.
Man, I really want to be in Chicago on Saturday. But I’m not. Instead, I will be at home, probably changing diapers and eating fast food. My foot is messed up so I can’t even run right now. I hate you people. But if I were there, I’d love you.
It’s a problem. I forget the names of people I’ve known for decades. Coworkers. Relatives. Pets. Those circuits in my brain just don’t connect properly. So this whole thing about not only remembering people’s real names but also their fake names? It’s really freaking me out.
