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-I hate the plowing system in Minneapolis. We get an inch of snow and they plow the fuck out of the streets. We're in a goddamn blizzard? Nothing. No plows. Do you know many times Krista and I almost died this afternoon while attempting to brave Washington? Or, terror of terrors, Hennepin? PLOW MY CITY, JERKS.
-The older generations are scared, literally to the point of petrification, of change. Oh no, we have a new sauvignon blanc? THE END IS NEAR!!! The most prevalent example is the new way of doing things in the restaurant during the matinees. It's actually really cool. But do the older people like it? No. Not even a little bit. My favorite post-matinee past-time is to sit in the office and read the comment cards with Michael. "I've been coming here for every show for the last twenty years and I've come to depend on my soup and sandwich before the show. I will not return until you re-instate the old menu. PS: The food was cold." First of all, depending on a soup and sandwich combo is probably not really good for your health, mental or physical. Second, the food is always eight hundred degrees. There is something wrong with you.
-Everyone is a gossip. There is not one person in this entire world who is capable of keeping information to themselves, myself included. Information is currency, and baby, I'm rich.
-Jack and I have fish that are freaks of nature. Bartlett has mutated beyond recognition. I'm pretty sure that his eyes are going to fall out. We've got freak fish. Just sayin'.
-You know what I hate? Spiders. Douchebag men; on the upside of this story, I got kissed by a good-looking man, but it's really quite a douche-filled story. Being cold. Bob the Plumber, who refuses to fix our shower.
-You know what I love? Green tea with lemon, re-discovering Alanis Morissette for the zillionth time, facebook stalking people I knew for 4 seconds, fried egg sandwiches with avocado, secretly listening that stupid Jason Mraz song multiple times in a row, FreQuency, instant Netflix, and having the apartment to myself.
-Guess what? "Lost" starts soon. Now look here, Abrams, I really need to love Locke again, and I'm sick of Kate playing mommy to Aaron when we all know perfectly well that Claire is... well, I don't know how to finish that. Anyway. Let's make this season a good one, not another Season Three.
-I know some of the most interesting people ever. I swear to god. I want someone with really good writing skills (mine are epically failing these days) to do character studies on some of my pals.
To recap:
-PLOW MY CITY, JERKS.
-Get hip to the times.
-blahblahblahblahblah
-Seriously intense fish.
-I hate things.
-I love things.
-January 21.
-Weirdos.
-The older generations are scared, literally to the point of petrification, of change. Oh no, we have a new sauvignon blanc? THE END IS NEAR!!! The most prevalent example is the new way of doing things in the restaurant during the matinees. It's actually really cool. But do the older people like it? No. Not even a little bit. My favorite post-matinee past-time is to sit in the office and read the comment cards with Michael. "I've been coming here for every show for the last twenty years and I've come to depend on my soup and sandwich before the show. I will not return until you re-instate the old menu. PS: The food was cold." First of all, depending on a soup and sandwich combo is probably not really good for your health, mental or physical. Second, the food is always eight hundred degrees. There is something wrong with you.
-Everyone is a gossip. There is not one person in this entire world who is capable of keeping information to themselves, myself included. Information is currency, and baby, I'm rich.
-Jack and I have fish that are freaks of nature. Bartlett has mutated beyond recognition. I'm pretty sure that his eyes are going to fall out. We've got freak fish. Just sayin'.
-You know what I hate? Spiders. Douchebag men; on the upside of this story, I got kissed by a good-looking man, but it's really quite a douche-filled story. Being cold. Bob the Plumber, who refuses to fix our shower.
-You know what I love? Green tea with lemon, re-discovering Alanis Morissette for the zillionth time, facebook stalking people I knew for 4 seconds, fried egg sandwiches with avocado, secretly listening that stupid Jason Mraz song multiple times in a row, FreQuency, instant Netflix, and having the apartment to myself.
-Guess what? "Lost" starts soon. Now look here, Abrams, I really need to love Locke again, and I'm sick of Kate playing mommy to Aaron when we all know perfectly well that Claire is... well, I don't know how to finish that. Anyway. Let's make this season a good one, not another Season Three.
-I know some of the most interesting people ever. I swear to god. I want someone with really good writing skills (mine are epically failing these days) to do character studies on some of my pals.
To recap:
-PLOW MY CITY, JERKS.
-Get hip to the times.
-blahblahblahblahblah
-Seriously intense fish.
-I hate things.
-I love things.
-January 21.
-Weirdos.
posted by anniemosity at
2:28 PM
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They Don't Plow my city either...ever.
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