Day: May 6, 2004

I’m feeling picky

May 6, 2004 /

“And it’s a hot one

Like seven inches from the midday sun”

Okay, if you’re seven inches from the sun, it doesn’t matter what time of day it is. The sun does not actually go out at night.

May 6, 2004 /

The microwave disappeared from the break room today, and lo and behold, behind it was a grimy “12TH FLOOR FIRST AID KIT.” I doubt anybody even knew it was there. If somebody had gotten frisky with the staple remover, we would have been forced to use mouse cords as crude tourniquets.

I wish I didn’t read so much MSN content

May 6, 2004 /

Apparently Louisville ranks among the worst 10 cities for dating. “Louisville (overall No. 76) scores low in the concert category; apparently the tour buses are not making a habit of stopping and rocking in Louisville,” they say. Given that I’m going to see Ben Folds in Danville tomorrow, I’m not surprised. (Also, I like the implication that the best way to get dates is to have sex with transient roadies.)

On the other hand, I’m going to see Ben Folds in Danville tomorrow! Whoo!