lol and blog and sitting on a bench

i didn't web log yesterday.
[on an only slightly related note, i've decided to not use the term "blog" anymore because, even though it's a completely different principle altogether, it vaguely reminds me of "lol". laugh out loud? did you really? i've had one too many text message conversations with someone who's like, "lol hi! i'm home and i'm eating ichiban noodles loooool!" and i'm like, "i fell down the stairs today and have to eat through a straw for a year." and they're like, "lol that sucks lol!" i just personally feel that "lol" is not a valid punctuation mark. anyway. this is a tangent. the point is definitely not this.]
the point is that i didn't write on this, my web log, yesterday.
i went and sat on a bench instead.
the original intent was to go for a walk, but then my insides went on one of those now-familiar revolts and i had to sit on a bench.
it's alright, sitting on a bench is.
for about the first five minutes, i felt like i was waiting for someone. and then i had this unsettled feeling that people were looking at me with strange, sympathetic stares. like i got stood up or like i had no friends to sit on a bench with.
[i have friends to sit on a bench with. let me tell you.]
i sat there for an hour, and then i went home.
that's all.

today i saw a headless yeti with the head of a lady,

and a man wrapped up in saran wrap on retallack st., a royal procession just down the block, 2 elephants, 5 white horses, and shar kienle dancing in the street. and some other stuff. and i got two birthday cards in the mail even though my birthday isn't til june 20. and the orange cafe reopened! joy! and i'm quite tired. i'll share pictures and junk tomorrow. for now, we're going to sleep.
cheerio.