(no subject)
1. What is your favorite winter activity?
2. How do you prefer your leftover turkey?
3. What color sheets do you have on your bed?
2. How do you prefer your leftover turkey?
3. What color sheets do you have on your bed?
2008-12-02
(no subject)
1. What is your favorite winter activity?
2. How do you prefer your leftover turkey?
3. What color sheets do you have on your bed?
2. How do you prefer your leftover turkey?
3. What color sheets do you have on your bed?
Entry tags:
The Problems of Driving a Little Car
You have to remember, until I got George I drove my in-laws' bright red minivan.
I went down to the PAC to House Manage an event and I parked George about a block away. Due to the crack monkey nature of Anchorage drivers, I park practically up the ass of a big ol' SUV kind of van.
I get off work from the PAC and I walk down the street where I parked George, singing a They Might Be Giants song and looking for my little grey beetle.
See the SUV, but no George.
I keep walking. No George.
I start to lean to one side trying to see around the SUV. No George.
About the time I actually call out his name, I am finally close enough to the monster SUV to see George sitting there with his head up the SUV's butt, just where I left him.
Yeah, some days I am made of win.
I went down to the PAC to House Manage an event and I parked George about a block away. Due to the crack monkey nature of Anchorage drivers, I park practically up the ass of a big ol' SUV kind of van.
I get off work from the PAC and I walk down the street where I parked George, singing a They Might Be Giants song and looking for my little grey beetle.
See the SUV, but no George.
I keep walking. No George.
I start to lean to one side trying to see around the SUV. No George.
About the time I actually call out his name, I am finally close enough to the monster SUV to see George sitting there with his head up the SUV's butt, just where I left him.
Yeah, some days I am made of win.
Entry tags:
The Problems of Driving a Little Car
You have to remember, until I got George I drove my in-laws' bright red minivan.
I went down to the PAC to House Manage an event and I parked George about a block away. Due to the crack monkey nature of Anchorage drivers, I park practically up the ass of a big ol' SUV kind of van.
I get off work from the PAC and I walk down the street where I parked George, singing a They Might Be Giants song and looking for my little grey beetle.
See the SUV, but no George.
I keep walking. No George.
I start to lean to one side trying to see around the SUV. No George.
About the time I actually call out his name, I am finally close enough to the monster SUV to see George sitting there with his head up the SUV's butt, just where I left him.
Yeah, some days I am made of win.
I went down to the PAC to House Manage an event and I parked George about a block away. Due to the crack monkey nature of Anchorage drivers, I park practically up the ass of a big ol' SUV kind of van.
I get off work from the PAC and I walk down the street where I parked George, singing a They Might Be Giants song and looking for my little grey beetle.
See the SUV, but no George.
I keep walking. No George.
I start to lean to one side trying to see around the SUV. No George.
About the time I actually call out his name, I am finally close enough to the monster SUV to see George sitting there with his head up the SUV's butt, just where I left him.
Yeah, some days I am made of win.