Alors.

Today I was out and about on errands for work, when this large black man was almost run over by a car.

He yelled "Qu'est-ce que tu fais, MOTHER FUCKER?", pronouncing the that particular explataive as only a large black man can. I almost died laughing, it was awesome.

Attention

I would love it if all my New York friends left their school addresses, home addresses and phone numbers (cell, home, school) here. I just bought an address book and I want to put you all in it! If you have security concerns just give it to me over IM.

Super chic.

*mwah*

Today, while waiting at that light to turn into home (Wegmans), I found myself next to a car with a "W '04" bumper sticker. (That's for Dubya, if you don't know, it sure took me about a minute to figure out ( Read more... )

Blah blah blah.

You make me sick.

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