Grumpiness

I consider myself a relatively patient person, but some days the world rubs me the wrong way.

Dear reli-nuts,

If you’re going to bother me about your god-damn religious book – on a busy street, five minutes before shop closing time – at least make sure you’ve read the bloody thing in its entirety.

Kthxbye, A.

Baile Átha Cliath

The Irish are still as awesome as when I last visited Ireland. Unfortunately I didn’t have time to leave Dublin this trip. Either way, good times.

Rock ‘n roll. I think I finally know the meaning of the word LOUD. Not Disaster Area loud, but still. Loud. Very fucking loud.

Mystery socks

Today I solved another of life’s great mysteries; that of grown men walking around with Kermit the frog themed socks.

My suspicion has always been that it had something to do with their fondness for Kermit the frog (unlikely) or because somebody else with less feeling for style happened to buy their socks (impossible). This morning it hit me. Finding two matching socks when they all are very distinct is just so much easier. I’m not sure if that’s a valid excuse though, even if it saves 30 seconds in the morning.

As for me, I’ll stick with my various shades of black for the moment. Oh vanity, you win again.