...to all the drunk frat boys out there, especially those who frequent Marina bars. I didn't meant it, I swear...I was grumpy, having a bad hair day, and well, you know how it is... I certainly didn't mean to insult your strength, amorous abilities, or any other manifestation of your collective manhood... So, now that we're cool, stop with the hurricane already! (Oh, just from CNN, not technically a hurricane, just hurricane force winds - 113km/hour in Amsterdam).
I think I picked up some psychic abilities during my aura healing last weekend in Golden Gate Park, because as I wrote the posting this morning I thought to myself that karma would probably come after me with worse weather after my rant this morning. And so it has - trains in Holland have stopped running, air traffic is interrupted, co-workers are stranded or leaving work early to get home safely. Those with bikes (ha ha, not me!) are worried about the blustery ride home. Trees have been overturned. It's chaos.
So naturally, I did what any Californian would do in such a situation. Left work early, bought two bottles of wine, a package of cookies and a cell phone card and holed myself up in my apartment to wait it out and watch the BBC's "The Death of Yugoslavia."
We'll see how my "severe weather indicator" holds up over the night - the plastic bag stuck in the side of the building across the street.
Thought for Today: My doomsday clock stopped ticking...
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