Today I chased down a bus on my bike. Score. And I raced a bus up Frankford Ave and beat it to the terminal. Score x2.

Lovely day. If you are reading this, go outside.

end.

no house=new house

So here we are in Fishtown. In Kensington. In Flat Iron. In New Kensington. In Fishtown Heights. I don't know where the heck we are.

But we're here.

And due to a pleasant suprise voicemail last night, friday finds me working from said new house. Of course, we had to find a way to get my computer hooked up suddenly. Score. ( Read more... )

Ruined, quite ruined...

"Don't get your hopes up" is much easier said than done.  I'm always putting on a pedestal, just to be let down.  On purpose?  I'm tasting blood, or tears.  Oh, the drama.  Someone shoot me, or pinch me.

Humor me, I'm looking for an excuse to post something.

Saturday was a lovely day for a bike ride.  Sunday my butt got wet ( Read more... )

One: ...Tsunami
Two: What's that?
One: Tsunami?
Two: I don't know what that is.
One: The water thing, in south Asia.
Two: Did it happen to us?

I'm afraid my faith in humanity is waning. Or rather, I believe that nothing is going to change or improve without my help. But I'm helpless.

I'm reading a fascinating and maddening book as I sit here ( Read more... )

Shoes untied
Shoes untied
Shoes untied
Pizza fries!

Returning from vacation to an office is making me crazy.  That, and lots of coffee and little sleep.

I love airports.  and distance.

Seth and I share the same obsession.  I like talking to him.

And I want to start a new band.

I have great friends and I love you all.
*EDIT* - By "obsession," I wasn't ( Read more... )

Of course the obvious thing to write about today (or any day for that matter) is the weather. So I won't. Kinda. Let me illustrate:

Yesterday:


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Quite a bit has happened in the past few days. And each day that passed, I swore I'd write something about it. But of course, here I am, on Wednesday, trying to recap a weeks adventures.

I think it began with an intensely frustrating Thursday. As usual, I take my hour and a half Septa commute to the office. And what is the first email I ( Read more... )

In the spirit of Glasnost, I've decided to try to reciprocate my blog entries to liveJournal. Instead of just using this to spy on my friends. So don't get mad when you find out you're not special ( Read more... )

It never ends, does it ( Read more... )

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