I had to go to Whole Foods tonight and was struck by a thought. For a long time, I looked forward to going to WF. There were tons of beautiful women between the MILFs and the athletic girls in their 20s and 30s wearing yoga pants or running shorts. People were friendly, and the cashiers seemed adept at moving the lines along. About 6-8 months ago, this all evaporated very suddenly. The store is now chalk full of old people, bridge trolls, hairy women that smell like patchouli, dumb cashiers and rude people. WTF, Whole Foods?
I've been fighting a stupid sore throat for almost two weeks now. As a last ditch effort before I drag my ass to the doctor like I should have done a week ago, I'm drinking some of my dad's apple pie moonshine. Hopefully this stuff does the trick.
Well the owner did come out and say Obama's economic policies were (national) socialist. 99% of the comments on Huffpo were disowning the allegiance to the store.
It's meat week 2013. Between baby back ribs and fried green tomatoes on Friday and a brewery tasting and Louis CK on Saturday, I'm about to have the best weekend ever.
Just got done playing in my first hockey game since September. I played ok, but my standards I played like shit. I'm an intensely competitive person, I always expect to play flawless, especially as a goalie. Post game beers really help to ease that pain.
I love HIMYM! It's so cool that Ted Mosby drops in at TiB from time-to-time. Regularly writing that second sentence is probably what led to the first sentence.
Don't worry, everyone, I got the promotion. No bra, no makeup, and pigtails it is for every interview here on out.
So, here's something interesting . . . At my office building, there are usually about 5-6 cats strolling around the back parking lot next to the woods. There's a dude in the office below me that puts food out for them, and tries to tend to them or whatever. (I am not a cat person.) It's been this way since I moved into this building a little over a year ago. The way I drive to and from the office cuts through a residential neighborhood, and on Monday, I see a "LOST CAT: Reward" sign with a picture on it not too far away. Tuesday, I walk out of my office and there's a cat that I think looks like the one in the picture - kind of has some distinct markings. So, as I head home, I call the dude's number, tell him I may have just seen his cat, and describe to him where. He calls me back later and says he didn't see any cat. So, I tell him that the next morning, I'll take a picture of it if I see it and text it to him. Yesterday morning I come in - no cat. No cats at all. Not one all day. Today, same thing. No cats. Every day for the past year, I've seen at least 2 or 3, even if I come up on the weekend, and now, zippo. Neenoo neenoo neenoo neenoo
Today I got to help pick out which of the half of our warehouse personnel we are going to lay off in a few weeks. That's even less fun than you might imagine.