post the fifty-third, 2013

i opened the new floss, pulled and cut a piece, began flossing, and boom. the floss was stuck between my teeth. i couldn't get it out the conventional way, had to run it out the side, caused it to shred. now i had floss shreds stuck between my teeth. nothing for it but to go get the old floss from the other bathroom, floss out the floss. irony, thy name is dentalia.

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get in the car and it has three dots of gas, so i stop at a gas station that i never stop at just because, why not. deboard the car, push the pump's buttons ("you have no rewards at this time"), slide my checkcard, select my desired gas flavour, start pumping, and boom. nothing comes out. i pull on the handle a few times. clack. clack. nothing. go inside and they try to get the pump going from there. nothing. so they go--sorry, we'll cancel the 8¢, please use another pump. okay, cool, they are nice and all, so i do and the different pump works. the next gas station i pass on my way to the freeway has their gas 15¢ cheaper. i got 10 gals, so i spent $1.50 to hassle myself. brilliant irony.

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snowlallujah!

an inflatable snowman has lived next door this winter. he must be made of industrial strength inflatable-stuff because he's withstood all manner of rain, wind, snow, sleet, and dark of night. through it all, he's been postured as pictured -- leaning back to get a really good view of the sky, just a'praising on whatever the sky may send his way, big ol' silly grin on his face. see the guide wires? my hypothesis is the neighbors, in fear of his possible absentia-via-windus, tied him down too tightly. the irony is they aren't the type of folk to ironically place inflatables--they are fucking serious as hell about their yard art. when mr snowman is finally unflated and put away for the summer, i will be the only one who misses the deliciously unabated joy he exhibits at simply seeing the sky.