Laundry Day

Today I fell asleep in the laundromat again. Like a hobo.

The King Of Annoying

I went to the grocery store to buy some ham for a sandwich, and on my way to the checkout I ran into this kid from the Math Club who I can't stand. I tried to get away, but he followed me to the only open checkout. He stood in line behind me, chatting happily, until he realized that he had forgotten something. He ran off, promising to be right back.

I thought about abandoning the ham and bolting. I asked myself, "am I willing to go hungry tonight to avoid talking to this guy again?" I considered this for a minute, but then I realized that I do have bread and mustard at home. Was I willing to eat just a mustard sandwich for dinner to avoid talking to this guy? I was.

You hear that, Captain Annoying? I ate bread and mustard for dinner, just so I wouldn't have to talk to you for another minute. AND IT WASN'T EVEN BRAND NAME MUSTARD. That's how annoying you are.

I can't stop laughing at this

Last week Tim told me a story in which his little sister was playing on a rocking horse, really going at it, when its head snapped off and she flew into the wall.

Chanting Amuses Me

There's a civic workers strike happening in Vancouver right now, which means, among other things, that there's no residential trash collection, and the community centre across the street from me is being picketed.

As I was waking up this morning, the first thought that came to me was, "the strike must be over... I don't hear any chanting." Then the rational part of my brain woke up and I thought, "no wait, that doesn't actually happen. I only wish it did." I love the idea of workers chanting "STRIKE! STRIKE! STRIKE!" constantly for the duration of the strike.