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Things!
1. Birthday weekend chez neenie: AWESOME, of course. Even if Steph and other accumulated guests have now learned the cost of inviting me to her house, which is to have least three things knocked over, misplaced, or otherwise destroyed over the course of the period. Um. I shall just have to hope my charm makes up for it? :D?
2. On the way to chez neenie, our megabus got pulled over and searched by the cops. It was a double-decker bus and I was on the top deck (decker?), and the rumors were flying like crazy up there as to what might be occuring Down in the Depths Below.
The cops never actually made it up to our level, so either they were extraordinarily lazy cops or they actually found what they were looking for down on the bottom floor. Either way, I am forever doomed to curiosity about what kind of illegal goings-on were occuring in my vicinity! I think when I have to tell the story I am going to make up a tale of illicit contraband cheese, unless someone has a better suggestion.
3. The area around my workplace has recently been enlivened by several rather unnerving murals. The strangest portrays a fifty-foot-tall rat in a neat suit and tie, with a briefcase and bloody hands. The red of the blood is the only color on the whole mural, and the text scrawled next to its head reads, "LET THEM EAT CRACK."
(Every time I pass it, all I can think is 'the bulletholes are for speed!')
1. Birthday weekend chez neenie: AWESOME, of course. Even if Steph and other accumulated guests have now learned the cost of inviting me to her house, which is to have least three things knocked over, misplaced, or otherwise destroyed over the course of the period. Um. I shall just have to hope my charm makes up for it? :D?
2. On the way to chez neenie, our megabus got pulled over and searched by the cops. It was a double-decker bus and I was on the top deck (decker?), and the rumors were flying like crazy up there as to what might be occuring Down in the Depths Below.
The cops never actually made it up to our level, so either they were extraordinarily lazy cops or they actually found what they were looking for down on the bottom floor. Either way, I am forever doomed to curiosity about what kind of illegal goings-on were occuring in my vicinity! I think when I have to tell the story I am going to make up a tale of illicit contraband cheese, unless someone has a better suggestion.
3. The area around my workplace has recently been enlivened by several rather unnerving murals. The strangest portrays a fifty-foot-tall rat in a neat suit and tie, with a briefcase and bloody hands. The red of the blood is the only color on the whole mural, and the text scrawled next to its head reads, "LET THEM EAT CRACK."
(Every time I pass it, all I can think is 'the bulletholes are for speed!')