Finally!

The experts have determined what I've been saying all these years. Although I think my work day falls below the average 1.5 hours.

http://www.nytimes.com/2007/05/31/fashion/31work.html?ex=1338350400&en=d5a0793d6d4dcf12&ei=5124&partner=permalink&exprod=permalink

Chu-chu-chu-changes

Does anybody read this thing? So hard to tell. With Typepad I was able to see if someone had stopped by and it didn't bother me that people hardly commented because I knew that they were out there.

That being said, expect a mass email update my friends. Things are changing. Again.

Adult Confessions

I like honking at stupid people. If only there were an equivalent for when you are outside of your car.

Public Transport

I took the Metro into downtown yesterday. I relinquished my car to the service department once again in hopes of them actually doing something to fix the problem of the heated car seat. Hot Crossed Buns, The Sequel. But, I digress.

So I'm on the train and I suddenly remember all the fun games I would play in my head while traveling around NYC. Like: Who smells like piss? Who will help me if the junkie attacks? and How many people have touched this pole?

Who needs Meth?

Not me. I took a Claritin-D yesterday. Had my name registered and all as an allergy medication taker. You see, over the past week my allergies, which began in my 20's, were out of control. Sore throat, sneezing, constant 'ah-hems'. I drew the line at plugged up ears.

No more - allergy. I'm going to buy some drugs to take of you. And I did. And damn, drugs, you have taken care of me, too. I was so lit yesterday that I could have jumped off a bridge. It's a good thing LA doesn't have any water.

So I wonder to myself, who really needs methamphetamine when you can take a Claritin-D?