Notes from the Underground

well, while the el was underground... two guys coming home from work were talking about hunting deer (grrr) and the one guy said something about going home to have "a couple glasses of vino." I hate when people say vino. Just say wine, dork. Office meetings are always the same, especially when they involve "announcements." But we got champagne at lunch, and I took an extra glass. hee hee. One way to tolerate intolerable people is to think about how you're going to tell someone you like about the asinine thing those stupid people did. I wanted to strangle a couple girls on the way home tonight. I had to run an errand, and I was in the car trying to inch in front of them so I could go when the red light turned green. Their windows were open a little, and I could hear them going, "ummm, hellLOOO?? Yeah. Okaaay....what are you doing? " and so on in the most irritating valley-esque accents holding their stupid cigarettes in the most stupid way. Blagh. They will make a couple of guys absolutely miserable someday. and on a more pleasant note....FUDGE!!! (I brought home a couple pieces from potluck lunch.)