On such a winter's day.
Boy do I hate California.
Direct democracy, neverending freeways, bad public radio, and now this. Apparently some crappy TV show on some crappy network is going to be filming around my building for the next century and a half. That means I have to go way out of my way to avoid the lame-ass cameras and the stupid directors and all the jerk-off crew. It would be one thing if I had ever heard of the show, but it's called something like "Veronica Mars," so it's not like I even give a damn. (Is this a kid's show? Sounds like it. Stupid kids.) I mean, if there were some kind of famous person I could meet by walking through and interrupting a take, I would sure do it, but it all seems pointless to me.
On top of that, one of the only fun parts of being in California, mild earthquakes, sometimes pass you by completely unnoticed! That happened this morning as I was getting ready. Apparently a 5 point something, and then a later aftershock happened, all going unnoticed by me. Sucks. Of course, with earthquakes you have to be careful what you wish for, but whatever. The small ones are fun.
I'm Jonesin' to get out of this place in a big big way. We'll see what happens when March rolls around. Seems like forever away. But it really is only four months away. It's the duration of my very first sixth grade relationship. It's one cake of 2000 Flushes. More important than that, though, is that in one week exactly I'll be turning 27 (ish) years old. This is something of a landmark for me. I remember 20, but it didn't make that much of a dent. But 27 (ish) is big time. All of a sudden I'm in a different league than all the Gen-Y-ers hanging around the department all the time. I'm not quite sure what to make of it in the final analysis. I mean, if I'm having this large of a crisis for 27 (ish), imagine what sort of a crisis I'm going to have when I hit 30!
Direct democracy, neverending freeways, bad public radio, and now this. Apparently some crappy TV show on some crappy network is going to be filming around my building for the next century and a half. That means I have to go way out of my way to avoid the lame-ass cameras and the stupid directors and all the jerk-off crew. It would be one thing if I had ever heard of the show, but it's called something like "Veronica Mars," so it's not like I even give a damn. (Is this a kid's show? Sounds like it. Stupid kids.) I mean, if there were some kind of famous person I could meet by walking through and interrupting a take, I would sure do it, but it all seems pointless to me.
On top of that, one of the only fun parts of being in California, mild earthquakes, sometimes pass you by completely unnoticed! That happened this morning as I was getting ready. Apparently a 5 point something, and then a later aftershock happened, all going unnoticed by me. Sucks. Of course, with earthquakes you have to be careful what you wish for, but whatever. The small ones are fun.
I'm Jonesin' to get out of this place in a big big way. We'll see what happens when March rolls around. Seems like forever away. But it really is only four months away. It's the duration of my very first sixth grade relationship. It's one cake of 2000 Flushes. More important than that, though, is that in one week exactly I'll be turning 27 (ish) years old. This is something of a landmark for me. I remember 20, but it didn't make that much of a dent. But 27 (ish) is big time. All of a sudden I'm in a different league than all the Gen-Y-ers hanging around the department all the time. I'm not quite sure what to make of it in the final analysis. I mean, if I'm having this large of a crisis for 27 (ish), imagine what sort of a crisis I'm going to have when I hit 30!
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