so..on wednesday, as i drove home from work to pick up my baseball glove that i’d forgotten at home and then as i got on the highway only to find, not one, but two accidents on the small stretch of highway i was on that made me late for my game…i got to thinking…these are the kind of things that only happen to me…
…like when i finally get myself an umbrella, after 4,500 times of getting caught in the rain (hey…i like pina coladas) and then opening it up on the rainy morning to use to it, and it breaks. just like that. brand new umbrella.
…like when i go through airports. no matter how many kids i have with me. no matter how many strollers. i’m the “random” person they pull over to strip search.
…like the fact that my most favorite pair of underwear has disappeared from my house. how does that even happen?
…like the fact that as i dragged my earbuds over my desk at work, one of them just happened to fall in the tiny opening of my coffee. nothing quite like a tim horton’s drenched earbud. mmm…seriously, what are the chances???
…like the fact that i get so excited (yes, i do. sue me) for my first frappuccino of the season and i show up just as the trainee is making her very first one…and she overblends the hell out of it. and it sucks.
…like that i always have to pee. at the world’s most inopportune times. and the most inopportune places. like on a bridge waiting to cross the American/Canadian border. um, yeah.
…like the fact that i always wave to people and then realize i have no idea who they are. like the fact that i always pick the wrong line-up. like the fact that i always order things off menus that they don’t have that night. like the fact that i look like a total asshole in every picture ever taken of me. although i did manage to get a semi-decent one of me and miss Emily at her siddur ceremony this week. (more about what the heck that is on Monday. geez, guys, I’m not Metalia…she’s the queen of ‘Ask a Jew’)
i really don’t want to spoil anything for anyone out there who hasn’t watched LOST yet (but really, it was the season finale…there really is just no excuse for missing it)
holy. fucking. god.
two words. Jeremy Bentham.
also, i love this man.
that’s all i have to say about that.
oh…also, who the heck let Walt get so huge??
check out my review up on my Juice site!!