Party on.

Can't talk now. Office marathon on. Dwight Schrute much funnier than my cartoons.

He doesn't have kneecaps, either.

I got a freakin' haircut today, doo dah, doo dah...I got a freakin' haircut today, oh doo dah day. I should have spent the money on rent instead, doo dah, doo dah...instead I cut the hair that's on my freakin' head, oh doo dah day.

He's 2 legit 2 quit.

Turns out Zach Braff IS the voice-over guy for that new Wendy's commercial! BOOYAH! I think somebody somewhere owes me ten bucks.

What would Zarquon do?

Here's a tip for having a productive conversation: Listen. I know, I know...easier said than done. But I promise, even if you pretend to actually care about what the person who's talking to you is saying, they might actually believe it. Staring blankly at them while they share a story with you and then jump in with something random and self-appreciating is remarkably annoying. No, we don't think you're as cool as you do.

You thought your family reunions were awkward

We at Target have decided that since it is company policy to refer to "customers" as "guests", we're going to start making them act like guests. Shoes off at the door, put things back where you got them, keep your children at a dull roar, ask politely before you use something, and offer to help out with clean-up as payment for our hospitality. Really, it's the least you can do.

I'd like to swim in a big bowl of cereal...

I spent my day shopping, marinating chicken, preparing some tasty cottage cheese, looking up recipes for asparagus tomato salad. and munching on a bag of potato chips. I need to spend some time outside the kitchen for a while.

Zombiesaur wants to eat your brains. Then again, so does regular dinosaur.

I got off work at 4:15 a.m. this morning. I spent seven hours counting makeup and wondering how f-ed up my sleep cycle would be after thirteen hours under fluorescent lighthing. Turns out, pretty f-ed up.

Mona Lisa Grrrrrardini, da Vinci's little-known sitter.

After watching ample amounts of Gene Simmons: Family Jewels, I've concluded that I wish Gene Simmons were my father. However, that might make the fact that I think his son is super cute a little awkward.

Does a beef chalupa taste as good on Mars?

I am sooooo craving some Taco Bell right now. However, I've found that not having any money is making me crave pretty much everything. You name it, and if I see a commercial for it I have to have it.

At least dinosaur didn't lock his purse in there also.

We drove up to the top of Mt. Lemmon today, but we left too close to sundown so the majority of the drive at the top and all the way down was dark. It was kind of scary, but we watched three deer cross the road right in front of the car so that was pretty sweet. Lots more big cacti, large conifer trees, and a number of camping sights and vistas with words like "Bear" "Green" and "Molino" in the name.

You'd be surprised what they can do with pie graphs

I actually got out of work early tonight, super super early in comparison to most nights, but since the Powers that Be enjoy making my life ironic, they made me lock my keys in the car, thus forcing me to sit in the parking lot for forty-five minutes waiting for Joel. Yea, I know. My fault, and I'm dumb. Don't remind me.

What a coincidence: I like Pizza Rolls, too.

There's a ginormous roach lurking somewhere in our tiny kitchen. Joel practically demolished it looking for him, and even though he's roughly the size of your average domesticated house cat, we did not find it. I shouldn't say we: Joel looked, I stood on a kitchen chair and begged him not to chase it my direction.

Its the nice thing to do.

Nothing new to say today, just a public service announcement 'toon for all of you. Oh wait, I do have something to say: I am very excited for the release of the seventh Harry Potter book. So excited I might cry. That is all.

The extinction came at a bad time.

Now that Paris Hilton is out of jail, I have to wonder: how much more money does she need to have in order to be able to kill a man and get that swept under the rug? I mean, is wealth directly proportional to leniency in the judicial system? Is there some sort of formula she should follow? Like b(x+y)=z where b=inheritance, x=lack of talent, y=popularity and z=SHE MAKES ME WANT TO VOMIT. *ahem*.

No no...no no no no...no more Carlton.

Feeling nostalgic for England again, so I made this. Dinosaur is striking a pose with his friends on Morecambe Bay.

Leotards are always fashionable

I don't really have anything to say today. I ate a huge bowl of Mac and Cheese so I'm feeling lethargic and tired. *sigh*

Fonzasaurus tried to fix the Jukebox, but ended up smashing it to bits.

I'm baaaaaaack! Whoopeeee! I won't tell Joel, but I secretly missed his Photoshop program more than him. Not really. Don't share that information. During my sabbatical I turned 21, which has been far less exciting than everybody told me it would be.