goldfish, really long songs and Clint Eastwood :|

eating
pizza goldfish (there really needs to be a patch.  i am never ever buying pizza goldfish ever again, i swear.  same goes for Target pizza chickadees too!!)

listening
to T songs today (i'm much too lazy, unimaginative and A.D.D. to make actual playlists ;)  i finally found a version of 'Thieves Like Us' that is 3:58 long that i can listen to in it's entirety (though it still makes me horribly achey and homesick for lame things like diesel fumes, cigarette smoke and Strangeways)

hoping
that Trader Joe has his pumpkin loaf mix in stock tomorrow.... because it's September!!!!!!!!!!!

wondering
if that Clint Eastwood thing made anyone else feel really uncomfortable and itchy... it was like waiting behind a conversation-starved old man picking up a prescription in Walgreens.  only much more painful and awkward to witness. if i ever get that jittery/repetitive/senile/sloooooooow, for everyone's sake, someone pleeeeeeease smother me in my sleep :|

wondering also
if it's wrong to instantly disregard someone's reviews and opinions, because they can't spell.... it really shouldn't matter (but for some reason transposed letters instantly invalidate words) 

trying to decide
between subway and pizza for dinner. it's an absolute tie, i can't decide because i love them both so much.... and i still, after 16 years of trying, don't get rock paper scissors :| 

going
to the Dog Beach tomorrow - shhh, don't tell the dogs!!!!  and on the way stop for a blueberry donut ;)