so apparently the rapture is happening tomorrow. a few things i want to say:
1) If it’s true, I really regret this diet i just started.
2) 1 Thess. 5:2, says the Lord will come like a thief in the night. How many thieves do you know post billboards, have tv and radio commercials, and have people passing out fliers? Really really bad thieves i guess.
3) This should be really interesting…
Why am I wearing a suit to work today?
is it because i ran out of clean clothes?
is it because I’m dressing for the job I want, not the job I have?
or is it because I’m getting a little tired of the jeans and t-shirt culture here?
Well, i have plenty of clean clothes, the job i want is to be Batman and i guess Bruce Wayne does wear a lot of suits, but that’s not the reason. and I love wearing jeans and t-shirts.
I just felt like it today, and here are some of the reactions I got:
Coworker 1: Is everything ok?
me: huh? yeah. (loooooong pause). wait did you think i’m going to a funeral?
CW 1: yeah, i assume not?
CW 2: What the hell?!?!? Why are you wearing a suit?
me: just felt like it
CW 2: hmm ok, for a while if people came to work in suits, it meant they probably had a job interview that day.
ok, so. suit = funeral or job interview.
(Long over due post)
i’ve been rocking my new Keds lately, but i’ve realized that if I wear wool dress socks with them, they make a weird farty noise. This is due to the friction and constant slipping between the sock and insole.
Of course this wasn’t an issue, until I walked into the elevator and the first thing the people inside hear from me is the fart noise. I’ll be known as the New Guy with the farting problem.
Well, my bright idea was to replicate the noise as much as i can while in the elevator, to show the people that the sound was coming from my shoes.
I was successful in replicating the sound about 4-5 times during the elevator ride. I just hope the people realize it was my shoe, otherwise they won’t even bother with the New Guy part and just label me the Farting Guy……not the way I wanted to start my career here.
Damn you KEDS and WOOL SOCKS!!!
Everyday when I walk to and from the Metro station to work I pass by:
Darth Vader
Fat Spiderman
Normal weight Spiderman
White Michael Jackson
Black Michael Jackson
Octogenarian(sp) Superman
Dirty Stormtrooper
3 Catwomen of various shapes and sizes
Creepy Batman
Dirty Sponge Bob
Scrawny/Nerdy Wolverine
Granny Black Swan
About 6 “rappers” trying to sell their crappy music
Hundreds of asian tourists
I just put on my headphones, walk quickly, and try not to touch anything/anyone.
I go through a travel size Purell every week.
they say it’s better to try and fail, then never try.
well that means its better to be a failure than lazy. I dunno, i’d rather be lazy than a failure, becuase….screw it i’m too tired to finish this post
I see a lot of interesting people on the Metro, but one thing I’ve noticed the most is the vomitous displays of affection.
I can tolerate people holding hands and even the occasional quick smooch. But the face-sucking has to STOP! It’s disgusting!!
Notice that there is an inverse relationship between hotness of couple and amount of Public Displays of Affection.
The ones that really go to town in public don’t have it going on in the looks department. I guess that makes sense, they are happy to find someone that will make out with them, so why waste any time?
Today I saw Maroon 5 loitering around my office building. There’s a sign clearly stating No Loitering!
So I started my new job on Monday. It’s pretty cool. People are cool and there are some cool perks.
Turned 30, and apparently you are greeted to your 30s with some gray hairs.
I now take the Metro to work. It’s cool. Save money, no longer stuck in traffic and help the planet in some insignificant, minute way. I do wish I can cut my nose off sometimes, the BO in there can be weaponized.
I work in Hollywood, and it’s a zoo. Last night I had to fight through screaming fans who showed up for the Green Hornet premier. Why do people come to these things? You don’t get to watch the movie, you’re just standing ACROSS THE STREET from the red-carpet and screaming at Seth Rogen and Jay Chou. Just so you know, they can’t hear you.
Tonight I had to fight through the lines of people waiting to go into the Jimmy Kimmel Live studio. I understand Hollywood is a tourist destination, but I had no idea it was like this.
Saw Tori Spelling at the Pasadena Flea Market.
I’m going to try and write more on this thing.
I’m on this retarded diet that bans bread, rice, pasta and fruits from entering my mouth. It’s hard and makes me cranky, mainly because I love bread, and I can’t satisfy my sweet tooth. it sucks, but i’m losing weight, so I guess it’s worth it.
Every seventh day I get to binge, and i go nuts. apparently it’s allowed, makes me wonder how good this diet can be for my health.
I like living in Pasadena.
I’m sleepy, and want some pie.
Murray Christmas indeed.
