an inside joke email from my dad.
let's get fired
- me: that would really bother my coworkers
- i just want to sound an air horn
- kasia: yeah!!!
- me too
- let's get fired!
A woman on the train this morning littered. Everyone else on the train, including myself, was shocked and wide-eyed. She waited for the doors to open then threw her kleenex outside. Who does that? (and we were above ground, so she littered not the subway tunnels, but planet earth.)
I rested my condensation-heavy iced tea on my leg for the entire commute. So if you saw me today between 10 a.m. and 11 a.m., don’t worry, that large wet spot on my jeans is definitely urine. Not 100% if it’s mine or not; this is NY after all.
A commercial (for Newton’s Fruit Thins?) said, “Kiss everything you know about cookies goodbye.”
And my response was: Noooo!
Pizzas - M
I really want those pizzas. Also I’m jealous of your Diet Coke. I looked in the office fridge and when I saw there were no cold Diet Cokes I quietly made a sound like a baby suffocating.
Me and Brittany just nailed We Didn’t Start the Fire in karaoke. I can die now.
Well that’s disgusting. (via Map: If The World Lived Like New Yorkers We’d All Fit In Texas: Gothamist)