my commute

Something has changed in the mormon breeding program. They used to be models of wholesome midwestern whiteness, but now they seem to have a tendency to dress more street and don't always follow the tall one plus short one M.O. This morning on the bus they weren't even wearing suits. Perhaps in San Francisco they use a different approach. They are still incredibly sweet and eager though. I tossed a few items onto the floor of the bus and they anxiously reached down and handed them back to me. What darlings.

a penthouse would be too windy

You walk up to the roof of your 3 story apartment building in the middle of the night on what was a rainy foggy day and find a patch of uncloudy sky directly above you. Chilly, crisp air that lights all your senses on fire. The half moon shining bright above you for 10 minutes before the wind blows the circle of clouds away from you.

I'm , Er, Going Camping (wink wink)

1. I lost $28 in a poker game with some new "friends"
2. Due to some unambiguously irresponsible behavior on my part I no longer have tires on my bicycle.
3. My boss is making me work 40 hours a week (NOT INCLUDING LUNCH).
4. I got a bad haircut.

I plan to spend the weekend in bed smothering rogaine on my poor head and marinating the scalp skin chemical concoction underneath a plastic bag. Wish me the best.

How Embarrassing

At the doctor's office today I was forced to engage in a battle for the August 2005 Vogue (Jessica Simpson looking smokey on the cover). THis consisted of a slightly ungraceful pick-up in pace after leaving the receptionists desk to a full blown swoop "oh I thought you were just sitting down" hand to mouth move after snatching magazine. While perusing my hard won gains, a cute boy walked into the office and I found myself regretting not having opted for the untouched Nation sitting on the table in from of me. He was wearing glasses and I'm pretty sure he might have been smart.

They Call This Fun

Rock and a Hard Place

Apparently the key to blogging is finding your niche.