Love means never having to say “I’m sorry…for neglecting you.” Did you catch the first sentence? “I did it again.” Like, this happens frequently, or at least enough to necessitate a trip to Hallmark for a love/apology hybrid card. Oh, yes. There’s a card for that. Run for the hills, I say! (File this little gem under: between you & me…& my therapist.)
Category Archive: Signs that Amuse Me
I was visiting family in Ohio over the holidays and saw my grandparents’ favorite diner was replaced with this barber shop. Krispy Kutz. (Yes, crispy with a “K” and cuts with a “Z.” I’m shuddering, too.) I did a double take – is it a donut shop? A kids’ haircut place? No, it’s a barber shop, for dudes.
I was in New York City before Thanksgiving and you know how you bring a camera intending to take all these great pictures of architecture and winter in NYC and end up taking one random picture? Yeah, well, this is mine.
What can I say? It amused me. Somebody’s gotta keep 2.5 gajillion New York bushes manicured, er, pruned. I’m no math wiz but I’m pretty sure there’s an extra number in there. That, or a misplaced comma. Either way, there’s no way you’re reading…zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz. Oh, was I still talking?
A wise Pinterest pin once read: “Thanks for changing my political ideology through your rant on Facebook, said nobody, ever.” And I wholeheartedly subscribe to that theory.
Facebook is a place for pictures of puppies dressed as people and photos of cute babies drooling. It is NOT the place for political cheerleading and berating others for their opinions and beliefs. It’s a place to solicit donations for fun runs, thoughts and prayers for ill family members, to commiserate about crappy jobs, brag/vent about wonderful/shitty spouses and/or kids.
Really, CTA? You do realize people are reading this on a train, right? Do you really think people who own cars are taking public transportation for the fun of it? You’re right – I don’t want to shell out $57 for a city sticker, and moving my car on street cleaning day IS SUCH A PAIN. Here, let me donate my car instead. For free. In this economy. FAIL.