off to deal with the africans at nordstrom. sooo happy because today ended up being a five o'clock friday. started a letter talking about the lord's resistance army and how they are killing everyone in uganda.
i stood like six inches from senator mccain yesterday for a few minutes on the way to union station. still not used to being around all these people.
i've realized that in the real world, i treat minorities (in the case this very second, african americans) a little better than whitey. it's almost as if i respect them a little more.
i believe that i have a unusually harder time than most knowing if i should push or pull doors. i know there are rules about how the door is designed, and i've heard them all, but for some reason i either can't remember or just don't think about it when i go in and out of doors. they really need to make it a little clearer for idiots such as myself.
so i'm lost again in my underground maze. i walked past my african american counterpart and i'm sure we were trying to act cool as we crossed paths. yes, myself more than him. anyways, i had to turn around because i was going the wrong way. i thought this brutha was gonna think i'm a retarded newb to the underground, but after i started to walk, he turned around and realized he was going the wrong way too. i guess you had to be there. i can think of at least three reasons why it's funny though.
geraldo is a douchebag. sorry people, but he is standing in the middle of rita and is soaking wet and blowing all over the place. now the feed just cut. menu looks good with nice variety. barkeep is this tall twenty-something, afro'd white guy with some new york dialect. so points for that.
i know i should fill my tank now but i'm gonna try and weather the storm. haha. get it? i'm good. i have a quarter tank still left from pittsburgh i think. as you can see, i rarely drive.
tack on another major event in our lifetime that will be in the history books. i got the nacho burger cuz i really wanted nachos, but i can't come to a burger place and not at least try one. the media. crazy how much a part of our lives it really is.
burger was grrrrrreat! fries average. one half of all european citizens in a poll said they could speak two languages. luxenburg was the most at 94% saying they could!! that is reason #72 for why i want to move to europe. i can't stand when restaurants use little creamers instead of half & half from an actual container.
i love it. all these reporters are 'right in the middle of the action' and nothing is happening. oh wait! there is a power outage. aaaahhhhhhh!!
have i talked about the cajun stuff? how i wonder if that culture will basically disappear now. well, that is my hypothesis.
i'm tellin ya. listen to my idea about scuborleans [pronounced, skoo-bor-lins] world. flood the city and it becomes one of the world's most popular tourist attractions. people would pay bank to be able to scuba or snorkel in the once great city of new orleans. it would be like atlantis, but not lost. we'd have to work out the logistics of toxic sewage and trash floating everywhere, but that is totally doable.
i want to some day be in a status of life where i have to wear cufflinks. [while i'm vying for power, brak will be farming in cedar city.] i wouldn't wear them everyday, just now and then.
they are talking about how hard it was getting a signal where they are because of wind and rain. i'm totally waiting for this newscaster to completely blow away down the street. they asked this guy what safety precautions he is taking. he completely avoided the question and just kept holding onto the parking sign. the things these idiots will do for a story. that guy in vegas who ran over all the people on the strip did it, he says, because they were staring at him like demons. i can't make this stuff up. someone, i think patti, said that hard rock is out for new orleans. for a while at least. hahahahaha. he got blown over a curb. hamburger hamlet es mui bueno! will prolly go here with k.
i'm chucking my pen down the infinite halls. and i love it!! ryan is right. i need a bouncy ball. i just chucked my pen (crappy pen) about six times now. not a single person in sight.
home now...safe.
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