I hate the Orange Line. It smells like shit and everyone on it sucks. There, I said it.. For those of you who don't know, the orange line is a train route here in Boston.
This water tastes like paper towels. Figure that one out.
I'm missing a party for this. Not that I necessarily planned to sit hunched over a keyboard, chain smoking and firing out lines of text in my neato-burrito blog... It's just that watching "This is Spinal Tap" and playing 4 hours of Fallout seemed like a good idea, while missing 4 phone calls from well wishers and the party planning comittee. It wasn't like I was supposed to bring the crepe paper.
Was I supposed to bring the crepe paper?!