Fucking escalators
I had a fucking close call on the escalator again the day after my wipeout. I don't know why they hate me so much. I think it's because they're starting to catch on that I don't care for them, either. If there is a set of regular, immobile stairs next to an escalator, I almost always take the stairs. And if I hop on an escalator, I'm walking past the people who stand there. It's the only exercise I get, ok.
IDK what's going on, but I'm steering clear of them for the rest of the month. My palm-sized bruise is telling me so.
I'm really into Top Chef this season. I've only caught the last four episodes, but it's great. I don't know why I've never gotten into it before.
Soon all my super fantastic TV programming will be gone. True Blood has been over for a while. Then Mad Men went away. And Dexter will be done before long.
All I'll have is 30 Rock, The Office, and Heroes. But it's not the same :(
IDK what's going on, but I'm steering clear of them for the rest of the month. My palm-sized bruise is telling me so.
I'm really into Top Chef this season. I've only caught the last four episodes, but it's great. I don't know why I've never gotten into it before.
Soon all my super fantastic TV programming will be gone. True Blood has been over for a while. Then Mad Men went away. And Dexter will be done before long.
All I'll have is 30 Rock, The Office, and Heroes. But it's not the same :(