The No Toast Zone
Not as bland as toast, but just as spicy
Category: Humor
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Wacky interview questions, answered.
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So, I wonder: Does this theme skew the world’s hue because I’m wildly wielding an urgent, pre-loaded brush making it seem this way?
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So today, I was scrolling through a list of therapy groups in San Diego. For a friend. TOTALLLLLY for a friend. She really needs my stable, even-keeled, always-rational help in finding a reliable therapist…for, you know, her. -ahem- Anywho…. I stumbled across this ad for a group and my immediate reaction was sheer, outright embarrassment…
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I pulled out the laundry soap drawer thingy to the washing machine but ripped it out instead and across the entire laundromat, hitting a walll and smashing into pieces.
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What’s it called when you reach the point in life when you watch “Let the Sunshine In” -ending scene from Hair and think, “Berger had it coming”? Oh! I remember. Middle Aged.
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“Apparently, according to the letter I received today from the Los Angeles County Public Guardian, I’m dead. It’s been such a sublime, peaceful, extremely bright day today that I’m starting to question it myself. Though, in Heaven, I wouldn’t be out of smokes. I’ll let you know if I resurrect anytime soon in the eyes…
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I picture them with huge coke bottle glasses and pocket protectors and clipboards.
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The other night, I carried my cat to bed instead of listening to the half hour of meowing when he suddenly notices I’m not in the room. You know, the other room. The other room of the two rooms. So, we went to the bedroom. It was dark, I was tired, and I tripped over…
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It’s that time of year in San Diego, kids! Fire season is here! Time to pack a bag, gallons of water, and canned goods. Time to start making that list, checking it twice and listing your friends’ houses in order of naughty, nice, location, generosity, cleanliness and stocked liquor cabinets. Time to plan, time to…
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So many dead me’s.
The No Toast Zone 