my dear father drives a harrier, so it is, well, cumbersome to say the least. on several occasions, he had unknowingly reversed into an assortment of objects. frustrated, he went to install those sensor thingamajigs that beep when you are close to something. he is very happy with it. the other night, he reversed his car into the garage and it went 'tweet tweeet tweet tweettweettweettweettwee' and i was like 'dad watch out you are going to hit mom's car (angry mom= not nice mom). he had a quiet air of confidence about him. after killing the engine, he gingerly stepped out of the car and went to take a look.
he proclaimed with immense self satisfaction- "look! so close! almost touching, but not yet!!" tada. my father for you.

i went suit shopping today. and it has come to my attention that i have an odd body. of all the suits i tried, none fit me well. my limbs were too long, my back too big or shoulders too narrow, or waist too loose. which leads to the obvious conclusion taht i have long arms, a bulging back, small shoulders and a narrow waist, all in that order. if you imagine, i'd say its a description that would fit quasimodo also. damnit.

at the supermarket, i hooked up with a few friends. namely, Samuel Adams and Mr. Foster and Mr. Miller. have you noticed that Bitter Gourd looks absolutely disgusting? its like a cucumber with a bad case of acne/pimples.