During the elevator ride up to my floor tonight I wanted to ask the lady beside me if she thought the elevator smelled of old cheese (possibly a strong stilton), but, THEN, a wave of realization hit me – the stenchy smell might be emanating from her bag! or her person! so I decided against it.
Archive for November, 2007
I woke up this morning, ransacked my entire apartment AND storage space, called a friend, had her re-ransack my whole apartment – all for naught
November 18, 2007I should be in Atlanta right now, presenting at my second conference. Instead, I lost my passport and got to write up really boring descriptive statistics all week.
Sometimes I amaze myself with putzyness.
At least my shirt wasn’t on inside-out, I guess.
Also, I ca’t believe I got Osmond-ized, harsh 50 percent ninja, harsh.
