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regular season perfection. fuck yeah!
The random, irrelevant musings of a law school graduate.
so i spent the afternoon having lunch with a good friend and his girlfriend, then making a somewhat pitiful yet somewhat successful attempt at holiday shopping. in this time, i ran into 2 random people who i haven't seen in at least a year. a friend of a friend and a guy i used to play baseball with. damn, can't be here without running into people.
jesus doesn't do it for me. i only light candles to make the apartment smell nice. and i don't know what they do for kwanza, but i'm pretty sure i don't give a shit about that either.
normally, my commute to and from work is about 20 mins. today a snowstorm hit, and my commute home this evening took fucking 4.5 hours. FOUR AND A HALF HOURS. fucking shit. it's like they've never heard of fucking plows, dirt, and salt.
i think this article is amusing in light of a post i wrote last year about how i do charity rather than giving to it. any lazy asshole can cut a check, and as the first article discusses, your money might not even go towards what you think. that was pretty much my point. well that and the fact that it means more to do something than to just cut a check.
this is pretty ridiculous. i'm all about making fun of shit, especially when people deserve it, but even i wouldn't have gone as far as dressing as va tech victims. i'll talk a lot of shit about how autistic people shouldn't be allowed to purchase firearms, but even i wouldn't make fun of the victims.
this is too funny because it seems like the type of shit i'd do.
because msnbc.com won't load on my browser for some reason, but cvs got busted for child labor and tampering with employee time cards. that place is such a dishonest shithole. i hate cvs. this is great news.
when you stay in a hotel for a while, you grow to hate living in a hotel. you get sick of the room. so on thursday night we decided to set up some stadium seating in the hallway to (re)watch superbad. we pulled the mini-fridge out of my room and set the laptop on top of it. as soon as we all finally sat down, this old woman comes creeping down the hallway. we politely move back to let her by, but she stops just before us and says "this is my room." then she asks us what we're doing. we tell her we're watching a movie, and she replies, "don't you have a room?" in a bitchy voice. we replied that we did (honestly you old bitch, who the hell goes to a hotel hallway to hang out) and she just walked into her room and slammed her door.