What would be the last thing you would want to hear when eating a lovely, buttery, flaky croissant on your way to work in the morning? How about stories of someone serving food who had a nasty skin condition on their hands. Or someone who sneezes, rubs their nose, and then continues to serve food. Yes, public transportation is a goldmine of human relation and blogger fodder.

I recently completed my FAFSA and under net worth I entered $0. Luckily I'm secure otherwise that could really depress someone!

I heart resolution

I've booked my ticket to Europe for the fall. The plan is to spend a few days in Northern Italy and then take a train down to Florence a few days before school starts. I get equally excited and petrified every time I take another step towards making this dream a reality. Nothing like jumping off into the great abyss!

One of my suitors told me he's added me to his Wish List. Awwwwwww.

I just made a joke in the office and I got busted looking around to see if anyone was going to react. Lame.

Foul, Foul, Putrid and just plain wrong

A friend of mine just told me that a dinner guest of hers added an Airborne tablet to his glass of wine.

Is this a cheap ploy to piggyback on Black History Month?

Last week a friend and I were talking about going to see The Decemberists in April, and the next morning she won tickets from a local radio station!

Lunchtime Scrabble gets you through the day. And can make you laugh until you cry too!

"I lost my virginity but I still have the box it came in". See why I love Ladies Night.

wednesday night fever

I've had a fever for a few days now and while it's certainly miserable roasting and feeling dilusional, I must say it makes for very interesting dream material. In last night's episode, I ran into some friends on the street at Post and Leavenworth. Very comfortable vibe, nice weather, hugs and kisses good-bye, nothing strange. After chatting I guess I didn't want them to see which way I was going, so I hopped on a bus going in the opposite direction, thinking I would hop off in a block or two and walk back, but the bus drove on and on, zig-zagging like crazy for about an hour and when it finally stopped, I was on the fourth floor? deck? and had to race down a tiny spiral staircase to get off. When I made it off the bus, it was nighttime in a really dangerous neighborhood and I started to feel dizzy. But I didn't want the crazy people around me to think I was drunk and try to rob me, so I sat on a bench and tried to get my bearings straight. I decided that I needed to get back to Post and Leavenworth, and if I could just cross Market Street I would be safe. But as I tried to cross Market, the weather became unbearably hot, and Market Street was about 10 lanes wide! I tried deperately to flag a cab but none would stop, and every car that drove by was laying on the horn and blinking their lights at me making me more disoriented. I looked down at myself and saw I was wearing a nice 'going out' shirt, I had my purse clutched tightly at my side, but I had NO pants on! And then I woke up.

restless leg syndrome. mmmmmmmm, yyyyyeaaaahhhhh.

How funny would it be to invite a man over for the first time and have this hanging on my wall!

it'll blow your mind, dude!

You must rent Life in the Undergrowth straight away. Who knew watching slugs doin' it could be so captivating?!

Notes from the raod

I wrote this last week when my flight was delayed 7 hours in Phili due to fog.

I'm in airport hell
awake 25 hours
safety first I guess

Exhaustion sets in
filling out holiday cards
trying to stay zen

the humanity
scarier by the minute
going home is jinxed

oh airport musak
holiday tunes like torture
suicidal now

Why god, why????????

We no longer have gmail at the office. That pretty much means I have to quit.

It should be no suprise by the look on his face, that when we asked him where we should sit he patted his knee!

Toot Toot

Yesterday a friend of mine who I work with came down and asked me for my advice on re-printing and framing small prints of artwork. I asked her what she wanted to frame and she said, "These"! She was holding the calendar of my paintings that I gave out last year as holiday gifts; she had no idea that I had created the artwork. It was a great moment of statisfaction!!

Reality is setting in

I walked to the Ferry Building for lunch and as I looked around at all of the seasonal decorations, I realized that this is my last holiday season in the Bay Area for a while. This is my NINTH Yule here and I've celebrated in a myriad of ways from being knee-deep in children's toys (even though there were no children present) to playing pool at the Shotwell with a drunk Mexican man who cried on my shoulder about never really experiencing a childhood for himself because he had his first kid at 14. So this time next year I will be strolling the streets of Rome or Florence, freezing my ASS off, BUT-freezing my ass off in a beautiful new country, learning a new language, and putting my adaptability skills to the test. I'm excited, anxious and terrified, and I can't wait!