A stranger asked me if she could squeeze me. I thought, well, happy chocolate day. But then she said that she meant if she could squeeze in behind me.

Oh.

I believe that the cause of death for snow white was suffocation. A lot of people misunderstand that it was the poison that made snow white pale. Do people not remember the part about dwarfs and the prince giving Heimlich maneuver to snow white?

I do.

When I’m in a revolving door with someone in the opposite quadrant who doesn’t push the door, I think about Godfather.

I threaten to go to bed early.

He counter-threatens me by telling me that the worm in “early bird gets the worm” is a tapeworm.

I sometimes confuse a sore subject with a sour subject.

Both seem to describe my feelings about the subject of interest pretty well.

The only kind of typing errors that rrreeeaaaallllly bothers me: the use of commas where it should be periods.

I’d like to demonstrate it here but even the thought of demonstration drives me crazy.

I found a toilet paper fairy.

Our favorite snack: deer crackers

While having a hot pot at a Japanese restaurant, my brother asked for more odashi — soup broth. The waiter showed up a few minutes later, apologizing for the delay, and gave us some ohashi — chopsticks.

We used those chopsticks to make more fire for the hot pot.

We got into big trouble. It was Mako’s idea.

This year was a very *fruity* year for me.

Lots of apples.

Woke up at 4AM and thought about sloths. Could I train sloths to run?

I made a song:

You say it’s a rumor
I say it’s a trumor
And we all rumor
that it’s a trumor

/fin

I like photos of monkeys relaxing in hot springs, with snow on top of their heads. But then, I wonder what happens afterwards. I assume that they don’t bring towels to wipe off the water…wouldn’t they get cold from frozen water on the fur?

In an e-mail to my professor, I once claimed that I was a party time student. He was glad to hear that the school had those students.

Me too.

An idea for a challenging train station: An escalator that starts in the middle. Before that mid point, the steps are either motionless or belt conveyor-like.

Our scale is gullible. Very sweet.

Apparently, too much wasabi in me.

Okay, it’s not true.

My browser tells me that it is currently snowing. I go outside and there it was. The first snow of the year.

Oh internet.

Mosquitoes in early morning motivate me to do dishes.

Once upon a time, there were some lonesome-looking cookies. They were calling for some good HCl but alas, there wasn’t anyone aroun, not even a guard. Along came a girl and their dreams came true.

I bet that girl was Japanese.