Titanic: The Titanic DVD is coming out with a (wait for it) Alternate Ending. Which means that there is no ice berg and the boat doesn’t sink. Glad that Paramount can change history.
Buses: Specifically the circulator. At first I loved that mother fucking red bus, now, not so much. Especially when there are about eight of them chilling at union station and yet all of the drivers are on a break. Break, my ass. Drive. Oh and the passengers, we’ve been waiting (in the cold rain no less) for about 20 minutes, in that time, I think that you should have checked out the little map, figured out your stop, and (gasp) figured out the fare. No need to make the driver wait for 30 more minutes, while you figure out how far K street goes. Oh and driver, GREEN MEANS GO.
Hangovers: I still have a fucking hangover. This might be because I drank last night as well (two glasses of shiraz with a little water on the side-and the best camembert ever!). Then almost busted my ass in union station, because my shoes were slippery. Note to self; stop drinking! Tonight will be a brief hiatus, but there are a few beers, that could stand to be had in my fridge. Sunday will begin my detox. Seriously.
Eyeballs: I think my eyeballs may get stuck in the back of my head if I continue to roll my eyes this frequently. Note to all: no need to tell me something I’ve done wrong 18 times, I got it the first 17 times. And you need not need to speak to me like I'm an idiot. Thanks.
Friday. Man, FRI. DAY.
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