The day's new thought is that Direct TV can be just as cool as TiVo if you're sitting around for a chunk of time.
I've escaped the sweltering urban jungle for the woodsy Orange County. I'd come up here to retrieve my baby, Helga the HP from my father's garage and then hearing that the heat index was supposed to be a skin-burning 105, I said to hell with going back...for today at least. So, I'm suffering with Direct TV, DSL and central air conditioning...with a big-ass fridge of yunny leftovers. It's definitely a hard-knock life, man.
I'm so straight up chilling that my little brother doesn't even bother me. He's 4 and continuing the terrible stage that began as soon as he had the walking and talking thing down. He's a brat, hardcore, but at least entertaining about it. It's extremely disorienting being almost a generation older than my brother, especially considering I've got younger cousins with kids older than him. That's neither here nor there though. He's fun now. The sentences make logical sense, he's got funny little jokes and he's all smart. Little kids are always interesting btween about 4 and 9. They're all bright-eyed and everything is all new and fun. I can't wait until he goes to school and has a backpack and a notebook and takes the bus. Aww...those days were fun.
Posted by Candicissima at July 8, 2003 03:32 PM