What's your cell phone's ringtone? What made you pick it?
My cellphone is set to the standard ringing sound. "Brrrrring!," it says. Simple, classic. I chose it because I don't care for the other options and I don't care to download something special.
People actually remark about my standard ring. They say they like it.
If you could get someone in your life to start a blog, who would it be and why?
Kevin Newman. I mean, he has a blog now, but he has so much more to say then what he puts out there. He's one of the smartest cats I've ever met. The blog world is worse off without his input.
The mosquitos in East Nashville are ruthless. You cannot go outside for 15 minutes without protective gear on. Think beekeeper.
I don't know what happens to those mosquitos as they cross the Cumberland River, but holy fuck, are they hungry. I went outside to play with my dog this morning, and she was interested in playing catch for maybe ten minutes. I came back inside to discover a giant mosquito bite right on my face. On my right cheek. And it itches like crazy. It looks like an enormous whitehead with a red ring around it.
I also got one on the top of my foot and on the back of my arm.
In related news, West Nile virus was discovered in more mosquitos near the Cumberland River.
UPDATE: There are three more bites on my ankles that I didn't know about at the time I wrote this post. They itch.
The dude at the market up the street from my house just started using my name out of the blue.
"Hello, Brittney," he said one day, like it was no big thing. Then I remembered how often I pay with my check card now that I no longer wait tables.
Then on Tuesday, the fourth of July, he said, "Did the newspaper company let you off today?" I told him that yes, they did.
He's mentioned the newspaper company twice since then. For whatever reason--maybe because I always wanted to work at a paper--I have not corrected him.
Holy. Shit.