Every morning I take the commuter rail to work. The train stop is 15 minutes from my house and right in front of the building where I work at in CT. It's really a great commute. The train ride from my town (South Norwalk) to Stamford is 10-15 minutes and generally from Stamford it runs express to Grand Central Terminal in NY. I can usually avoid the conductors who take tickets by walking the length of the train and then getting out at my stop, saving my cheap ass $2.50 each way.
Lately I've found an equally effective tactic. I stand in the vestibule and start out the window, when the conductor comes by yelling "TICKETS" I stonewall and keep staring outside. I'm amazed that he'll request tickets from everyone, but if I just keep staring out the window they never bothers to press the issue any further.
I just realized something strange that I do in public restrooms. I noticed that when I walk in, I always take a big wiff so I can avoid the stall that smells like poo. I guess a lot of people must do that, but I just noticed that I do it, and I feel like a weirdo.
They come from a long way overseas,
But they're cute and they're cuddly, and they're ready to please.
How is it that I've made it through this much of my "adult life" without discovering the Chinese restaurant?
Sure, every once in a while, during periods of great duress, I would order from the Chinese takeout place, just because that's what everyone else wanted to do.
Now?
HOLY CRAP!
Chinese rocks. I just finished off my lunch-leftovers. Rainbow chicken (which sounds gay, sure, but it's oh-so-tasty). I'm wishing I hadn't been so hungry at lunch (comes from not eating a proper dinner last night, and skipping today's breakfast entirely). Chicken (one hopes) chunks in a spicy sauce, with assorted veggies, and pork-fried rice. Although I can do without the broccoli and baby corn, this is some AMAZING stuff.
My chinese repertoire has grown from "fried wontons and/or honey-garlic chicken" to almost anything on the menu.
And I like it. I like it a lot.
No wonder there's so damned many of them. Between the natural urges to eat and procreate, the Chinese have got it down, baby!
My upper leftt wisdom tooth grew in about 2 or 3 years ago. without a hitch. now my bottom left wisdom tooth is (rather painfully) peeking its head out of my gum. my upper wisdom tooth grew farther out because there was no tooth underneath. now that the other tooth is trying to brow up, my gums are really tender and swollen, and my tooth keeps hitting it, causing even more discomfort.
i know i need to get this stuff removed--soon--but the elections are coming up and i CANNOT miss work. Our press run is at at 2:45 AM that night, so I really need to be all together when i'm there.
I want to get just two of them pulled, not all 4. I just don't think i could recover in time for the elections.
I need to hear detailed stories from people who have had their wisdom teeth pulled and if they were totally out, or on laughing gas, how long recovery took, any good stories, any horror stories, how much it cost, etc.
Mangina played in Savannah last weekend. Chad had some guy buy him a Jameson cuz he was wearing white pants and "it's time we put black to rest and bring back white clothes." Met a skinhead named fluffy who was about eight feet tall and had an Iron Cross tattooed on the side of his head. Chad our gutarist was real good with him.
C: "What's your name"
F: "Fluffy"
C: "Is it because you're a good fluffer?"
F: "How would you like a broken nose?"
Turns out he's called fluffy cuz he did too much ectasy in the military. We ask to sleep at his house and listen to skrewdriver all night. He says yeah, but then ditches us. He also thougt paul's name was "Ball."
Anyone coming to NOLA next weekend for the Rockening?
www.rockening.com
