Today better be nice. The recent spate of wet weather might be construed as proof of God hating Chicago. I am not ready to dismiss this postulate.
Today's Horoscope: If you look closely at the Mayan Calendar you might actually spot yourself seeing people you haven't seen in a long while out in public.
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I'm always behind these things, but I managed to get this onto my Ipod before the long thanksgiving hell-drive towards home (through hell.) I only made it through about 50 minutes today, but I have plans for it and its backlogged brethren for tomorrow.
I will continue another proud holiday tradition of mine and stay inside during Black Friday. The last place I want to be is the mall, and the only condition for me to go there is that it is not crowded. I hope this line of logic guides you to an obvious conclusion.
There's something so new and plastic-smelling about that holiday. Burning fuel to the petroleum palace and Chipotle for dinner. You go home and your headache matches the fumes released in t...never mind.
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