2/19/2007

preface; i'm taking advantage of this rainy sunday to do a little early spring cleaning, which means making a huge disaster mess, then carefully putting things back in a (hopefully) more organized fashion, while throwing out things i will surely regret doing so later.

the gem of this rainy day is that i happened upon my old muni diary from 2007, when i was doing the trek to school twice a day a couple days a week, i.e. living on muni.

2/19/2007
president's day is the worst holiday ever, only jackasses get it off and muni is the slowest thing ever.

two years later and i am one of those jackasses, thus able to spend an entire saturday rummaging around my room in pajamas. go figure.

p.s. i'm likely to include more entries from my 2007 muni diaries just for hoots.

a pause

sometimes when automatic doors don't open quickly i totally freak out and wonder if i've forgotten a horrible accident (straight sixth sense style) and then when they finally open i am super relieved. is that weird?

headline of the week!

does michael phelps' lung capacity allow him to take monster bong hits? and Olympic-Size Bong Hits; Michael Phelps has extraordinary lung capacity. Does that mean he can get extraordinarily stoned?
Thank you slate for adding humor to a situation taken way too seriously.