Worms

I was going to go online and post this*:

Nobody loves me
Everybody hates me
I'm gonna eat some worms
Big worms, little worms
Itsy bitsy teeny worms
Fuzzy wuzzy wuzzy wuzzy worms

First one's easy
Second one's greasy
Third one sticks to your tongue
Fourth one's busty
Fifth one's rusty
Sixth one tries to run

So cut off the head
And suck all the juice
And spit all the germs away
And if anyone asks
How many worms you eat
Three times a day!


because nobody was signing my guestbook but somebody just did! Thanks GGD.

*Works best when sung. Loud.

Oh, and my guestbook is up. Would love to hear you dropped by.

Are you getting lots of action? I hope so

Is it healthy to always be wanting to change your blog's title? I sure don't think so. The folks over at nycbloggers might be slightly irritated if I ask them one more time to change my info. As it is, my blog is currently listed twice for the same stop, with different titles and URLs.

I had a blog months ago that I was just doing for myself. But then, my friend The Goddess of Graphics Design sent me a bundle of CDs and I started toying around with some fonts in ImageReady. I found this cute font called Chick, and I thought it would be a cool gif to put on a page, so tadaa! And that is how my blog came to be called That Chick - a chick and her wacky ideas, which I realize now sounds slightly stupid. I know my layout sucks and all that, but I'm not in a hurry to make it look better.

Anyway, this is supposed to be my happy post for the week. I went to Six Flags with some friends and my cousins this week-end. I only went on the chicken rides because it was a red letter day and I wasn't feeling all that good (no to mention that I'm chicken). But the highlight of my day was winning a 4-foot red-and-yellow dragon with sparkly wings for shooting a ring in a bottle neck. And he is HUGE. It was one of those games where you get a bucket of small hoops for $5 and you have to shoot one in the neck of a bottle to get a prize. Now let me make me this clear. I have NEVER won anything in a game my whole entire life! I suck at these things. But suddenly there it was: my hoop in a bottle neck and the attendant asking me to pick a prize. "Anything?," I said, my eyes as big as the dragon's.

Of course, we (me and my good, kind, wonderful friends) had to drag Horace all over the place and in a few months, I just might realize there is some truth to a jealous lady's statement that he's "just a dust collector". But here he is now, in our little apartment, out of place but nevertheless a testament that all things are quite possibly possible.

"Let's do all the things you said..." - "Murphy Bed" by Mirah

*By the way, I also won two little chicks (!) for shooting two balls in the blue holes. I'm on a roll!