"On top left want picture of man in a business suit sitting on top of a rainbow."
— A client whose commercial real estate website I am designing. Happy Birthday to me?
Today, despite warnings to avoid athletic activity outside (due to poor air quality caused by the nearby fires), I decided to go for a hike up to the Griffith Observatory. The skies looked clearer than they had in a few days and I just needed to get outside and get some sunshine! All seemed well until I got home and decided to hop in the shower… turns out I got a nice little ash-tan. The best part? It didn’t come off in the shower.
I think gray is a good color for me
Do I even want to know what my lungs look like now?
I have a few friends/acquaintances who must have other people in their phonebooks named Kelly (or something very similar) because I occasionally get messages from them that are definitely not intended for me. Most of the time these are innocuous little things, but last night I got a particularly delightful/awkward one:
“I can’t talk much now but he was really nice–a really good guy. I’m just so messed up I want steve*. How r u? Love ya, Jenn*”
Sharing personal details accidentally is always embarassing, but this particular text came from the mother of a couple girls I tutor for. Several years ago, she and her husband were divorced and she has been dating other men. I don’t remember if “steve*” is her ex-husband’s name or not…
Usually I respond and tell the person that they contacted the wrong person. This time, however, I felt being irresponsible would be slightly more appreciated.
*not their real names.
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