Monday, June 25, 2007

deep thoughts


It is not too often that I have deep thoughts. And while it is extremely rare that I have deep thoughts, it is even more scarce that I post such thoughts on my blog. However, as Malik and I were on our way to the movies last night, we drove past House of Chan restaurant. And I thought how great it is that we live in a country where we don't all look the same. We have different cultures that we can interact with first hand. We can choose from any number of cuisines- next to House of Chan there is an Olive Garden and a Taco Bell! Not that any of those restaurants fairly represent cuisines from different cultures but ... I am grateful to live in a country where we're not a cookie cutter race. Ok- done with the deep thought. It hurt alittle.


I bought a digital camera this weekend. I'm so excited. I've taken a couple pictures which I'm sure you will soon see on this here blog.


Malik and I went to a work picnic on Saturday evening. We had a great time. Malik, the party animal that he is, just could not be contained.


Thrilled.

Tuesday, June 19, 2007

I hate Sprint

Just wanted to let everyone know that Sprint is the bane of my existence right now and my text messaging isn't working. Now, one might say that I'm conceited by implying that people are even trying to send me text messages. In my defense, Sprint likes to tease me by letting me know that I have a new text message, but, alas, the bastards won't let me read the message. It's quite cruel, actually. So, until this mess is fixed, aka until I switch to Verizon, please contact me via email or you can always phone me because good ole Sprint is nice enough to let my calls come through.

Thursday, June 14, 2007

Stopping!


Dear morons that make brake pads for the rollerblades that I currently own:
What kind of craptard thinks that making a brake pad out of plastic is a good idea? I'm assuming this is why the brakes cost a buck a piece. Please look into the new age substance called rubber. Rubber seems to not INSTANTLY DISINTEGRATE while trying to stop at the bottom of a hill. Call me crazy, but when I have to take my rollerblades off and walk back to my apartment in my socks because I have no brake, that's not cool. A sparking lug that once held the brake pad in place, is not the best way to try to come to a stop. Please look into rubber. Thank you. Have a nice day.

Sincerely,
dirty socks.

Tuesday, June 05, 2007

Happy Birthday to ME!


Thanks everyone for all the cards, emails, and phone calls. One more year of the 20's for me. And I do plan on enjoying it.

Friday, June 01, 2007

How do these people find me?

On Tuesday I had to walk to 999 Peachtree (about 4 blocks away) to pick up some MARTA passes for my co workers. When I told some of my co workers that I was going to walk down to 999, all of them had a coronary. They couldn't believe that I was going to walk instead of drive. Since when is walking 4 blocks such a huge inconvenience?
Anyway, I made to 999 just fine. I packed an overnight bag with a tent, lots of water, flashlight, bug repelant, lots of snacks... just kidding. It's just FOUR blocks! So, I got the MARTA passes and started to make the return back to work. On my way back, I had to stop at the first corner because I had to cross the street and I did not have the "good time to cross" signal. There is a girl waiting on the corner also. I stand behind her. Good safe personal space distance behind her. I see no need to walk up and stand next to her in order to cross the street. This isn't a race.
Well, she proceeds to turn around and ask me, "Oh, are you crossing too?" What the f? I said, "yep". What I wanted to say was "Why the hell do you think I'm standing here?" So, we crossed the street. I was going to try to pick up my pace and pass her but she wasn't breaking her stride so I decided to fall back. We get another 2 blocks and she turns around again and says "Oh, you're still back there." What the f?! She slows up and starts walking with me. Tells me the reason why she's walking (I don't care) and where she's from (neat) and where's she's headed (super). I'll tell you where I'm headed... oncoming traffic.