Follow-up to cuddle size.

I know the cuddle size thing sounds a bit Shallow Hal, but I prefer to think of it more as Seinfeldian observational humor. I know it's difficult to tell them apart, what with Jason Alexander and all. The toe thing was a very Seinfeld reason to break up.

In reality, the reason it made such an impact was that it granted me an inside joke arund which I could build some good, solid flirting. And she responded well. Her friends stole her away from me, but the next time I saw her, I tried waving her over to see if she'd come to me, and she did. We danced, and we talked, and we seemed to hit it off. Except her flock decided to leave quite abruptly. Maybe I'll ask one of her friends for her E-mail address next week.

Next time I need to do that with someone who'll be around for a while.

But, like I said, a good inside joke is essential to a good flirt. That's probably why so many Kibologists hook up with each other.

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ugh. I have this whole afternoon I don't know what to do with. Or do I?

I discovered that none of my clean clothes are canada-thick.

So I'd better hop the bus to the mall.

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I just saw on RealTV, a partially-completed Mill Avenue bridge collapsing.

Hmm, I don't remember that.

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Wow. The bank at 19th Avenue and Northern was robbed. That's the bank I used to go to when I lived with my parents.