<meta name='google-adsense-platform-account' content='ca-host-pub-1556223355139109'/> <meta name='google-adsense-platform-domain' content='blogspot.com'/> <!-- --><style type="text/css">@import url(https://www.blogger.com/static/v1/v-css/navbar/3334278262-classic.css); div.b-mobile {display:none;} </style> </head><body><script type="text/javascript"> function setAttributeOnload(object, attribute, val) { if(window.addEventListener) { window.addEventListener('load', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }, false); } else { window.attachEvent('onload', function(){ object[attribute] = val; }); } } </script> <div id="navbar-iframe-container"></div> <script type="text/javascript" src="https://apis.google.com/js/platform.js"></script> <script type="text/javascript"> gapi.load("gapi.iframes:gapi.iframes.style.bubble", function() { if (gapi.iframes && gapi.iframes.getContext) { gapi.iframes.getContext().openChild({ url: 'https://www.blogger.com/navbar.g?targetBlogID\x3d16646854\x26blogName\x3dcall%E2%80%A2me%E2%80%A2jonah\x26publishMode\x3dPUBLISH_MODE_BLOGSPOT\x26navbarType\x3dBLUE\x26layoutType\x3dCLASSIC\x26searchRoot\x3dhttps://callmejonah.blogspot.com/search\x26blogLocale\x3den_US\x26v\x3d2\x26homepageUrl\x3dhttp://callmejonah.blogspot.com/\x26vt\x3d4840873468242204528', where: document.getElementById("navbar-iframe-container"), id: "navbar-iframe", messageHandlersFilter: gapi.iframes.CROSS_ORIGIN_IFRAMES_FILTER, messageHandlers: { 'blogger-ping': function() {} } }); } }); </script>

What is this water from the heavens?

0 comments | 2.25.2006

Last night would have been a great night to curl up in a laz-e-boy with a blanket and mug of hot chocolate and do some leisurely reading, listening to the pit patter of rain outside. Last night, however, was an awful night to be running cars. I was drenched head to toe. And the tickets kept falling off the rings. And my pen bled on my shirt and i almost got hit by a car. On the bright side Kelley found a Reata rain jacket for me to wear. If i hadn't had that i probably would have drowned. Also tips were a little better the normal. I think every single person in the restaurant valeted.

Whoever that heartless bastard is who stiffed me. I hope go you home and you reflect on what you've done. And i hope you feel awful. AWFUL.


PET PEEVE: pens with broken clips. if i let you borrow a pen. don't break it off. just don't. especially if it's my favorite G2 pen. don't do it. my blood boils just thinking about it.

posted by Nathan

at 2:12 PM Permalink

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home