Random update
Time for a random update, full of all kinds of pointless things that really have nothing to do with the really important things happening in my life, because, well, I just don't blog aboot that kinda stuff.
Car
I am going to pick my car up tonight. Seriously, no one on earth knows how happy I am right now, knowing I'm gonna get my car back. Last night I was totally convinced car gnomes had taken it, and filled it with underwear.
The $1.50 bag of chips
A few days ago, I'm eating at this place in my building called "High Noon." It's one of those yuppy, $7 salad, $6 panini sandiwch type of places. Good food, but hella expensive. It's close, though, and one cannot overestimate my laziness. Walking to the register with my sandwich, I see a basket full of chips with fancy names, like "parmesan garlic" and "sun-dried tomato & basil". Affixed to the basked is a sign: $1.50. I couldn't believe it! After all these years, I'd FINALLY found the PERFECT bag of chips! It had to be true! I knew this was the case, because there's no other possible reason to charge that much for a small 8oz bag of chips. Pulse elevated, I grabbed a bag as fast as I could and headed to the register. I paid in cash so I could get back and eat the chips 10s sooner. Adrenaline kicked in as I sprinted to the elevators. Back at my cube, I opened the chips, and the bag was 1/3 full. Even better! My pressure rose in anticipation of the chippy goodness I was about to experience. I shoved a handful (half the bag) into my face and...
they sucked.
bad.
I couldn't believe it. I almost went down to get another bag, to make sure mine wasn't defective. Who in their right mind would charge A DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS FOR AN 8OZ BAG OF SHITTY CHIPS?!?!? My dreams shattered, I cried as I ate my overpriced sammich.
Clerk's Office
Got a piece of mail today for "Miguel A Soto", very thick, with the words "Official Business" on the front and a return address of "Clerk's Office / ATTN: Jury Office / US District Court". I don't know how much longer I can fight off the curiosity. I should dispose of it properly before I break the law...
Car
I am going to pick my car up tonight. Seriously, no one on earth knows how happy I am right now, knowing I'm gonna get my car back. Last night I was totally convinced car gnomes had taken it, and filled it with underwear.
The $1.50 bag of chips
A few days ago, I'm eating at this place in my building called "High Noon." It's one of those yuppy, $7 salad, $6 panini sandiwch type of places. Good food, but hella expensive. It's close, though, and one cannot overestimate my laziness. Walking to the register with my sandwich, I see a basket full of chips with fancy names, like "parmesan garlic" and "sun-dried tomato & basil". Affixed to the basked is a sign: $1.50. I couldn't believe it! After all these years, I'd FINALLY found the PERFECT bag of chips! It had to be true! I knew this was the case, because there's no other possible reason to charge that much for a small 8oz bag of chips. Pulse elevated, I grabbed a bag as fast as I could and headed to the register. I paid in cash so I could get back and eat the chips 10s sooner. Adrenaline kicked in as I sprinted to the elevators. Back at my cube, I opened the chips, and the bag was 1/3 full. Even better! My pressure rose in anticipation of the chippy goodness I was about to experience. I shoved a handful (half the bag) into my face and...
they sucked.
bad.
I couldn't believe it. I almost went down to get another bag, to make sure mine wasn't defective. Who in their right mind would charge A DOLLAR AND FIFTY CENTS FOR AN 8OZ BAG OF SHITTY CHIPS?!?!? My dreams shattered, I cried as I ate my overpriced sammich.
Clerk's Office
Got a piece of mail today for "Miguel A Soto", very thick, with the words "Official Business" on the front and a return address of "Clerk's Office / ATTN: Jury Office / US District Court". I don't know how much longer I can fight off the curiosity. I should dispose of it properly before I break the law...