The secretary of health came this morning to check the dengue situation and gave us a red card. Ooopps (Taken with instagram)
Un altro pasticcio
chi è la ragazza con le gambe nude?
I came up with an idea for my own nail polish line last night. Laura bolstered my sick humor and here’s the outcome. Enjoy!
Any nail polish companies out there should get in touch with me and we’ll talk business.
creep
Muir Woods, CA
nope, pretty sure that’s not what epic fail means, italians
Real Life Hall Pass
The other day on my way to work I was surprised to find a crowd waiting on the platform of the Division blue line stop. There had been a series of delays, apparently, and so we had to wait for two trains and an express to go by until I could finally squeeze into one. While we were waiting, Andy told me I should get a “pass” from the station attendant when we got off to give to my supervisor at work so that I wouldn’t get in trouble for being late.
I didn’t understand what he was talking about at first, but the station attendants at each el stop have little carbon-paper notepads with passes that they sign for passengers when the trains are running behind in the morning.
It just seemed so bizarre to me that the CTA has this system in place. I had the feeling of coming to school in the middle of third period with a note from the orthodontist.
Yesterday, my dad called me like 3 times at 8:30 in the morning (on a Saturday!) asking me to make chili, so I made turkey chili with black, pinto and kidney beans. I used chipotle in adobo, but I used too much and it was too spicy, but it was still good.
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smell memory: blogging should be simpler
Why don’t people just write about their days anymore? WHY? Well, there’s that goddamn, fucking Belle & Sebastian song that goes “nobody writes ‘em like they used to, so it may as well be me” (mary, mother of christ). So, here’s what I did today: I was 7 minutes late to work. I gave a coworker a…
I’M REBLOGGING THIS JUST TO BE CONTRARY
AND BECAUSE IT’S HILARIOUS AND I MISS YEW
Today at the eye doctor I learned that I have a birthmark on my retina. What the fuck! Am I not enough of a seriously myopic freak already? Kind of cool, though. Ugh. Bodies are gross.
