August 22, 2008
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Elevation
There's something to be said about self-sufficiency. As I sit here tonight watching the Cowboys game on a 46" TV I bought myself, sitting on the fine black leather reclinable couch I bought myself, and viewing the stunning HD cable feed I pay for myself, dare I say, I feel a bit of pride.
And, there's a hole in my soul that only football can fill. Watching the Cowboys, I get as giddy as I did 15 years ago.
I haven't bitched about the world and people around me as much as I'm used to so here's one for you.
So, I work on the 11th floor of our building. The building is brand new, and the elevators are super fast, to the point where it can lead to some queasiness on descent. But, that doesn't stop people from complaining.
Yes, you'll have to stop on a lot of floors going down. People want to get on. Stop bitching for the love of all things holy.
Dramatization:
"(In a stupid ass country accent) I bettt we stopp on all the floors goin down huh huh huh"
*elevator stops*
"(Same stupid ass accent) Huh huh huh. I told you so. Huh huh huh."
4 words. S T F U.
I lived on the 12th floor of an ancient building with an ancient elevator back in the dorms. Where morons would pile in with backpacks, often being loud and obnoxious, like the college freshman that they were. And the elevators moved so slow they were seemingly powered by hampsters running on wheels. So I could care less about a few stops in a comfortable, ultra fast elevator.
Although, I still think my genius plan for helping alleviate elevator traffic that I had 4 years ago could still work.
I ran 7.4 miles in a row at Terry Hershey today. That's from Eldridge to Wilcrest and back. Tomorrow's goal: 10 miles. All the way from Eldridge to the Beltway and back. And, when I say it on Xanga, I've gotta do it. I do what I say, and say what I do. It's a personality trait. Also, I'm NEVER late. Fact.
I'm going to this Polish Store tomorrow to pick up some fine Polish sausage and hopefully some Polish beer for a party I'm attending. It doubles as a restaurant, so I'll gladly accompany anyone who'd like to go one day. Well, almost anyone. No weirdos or people I don't like. So that excludes 99.9% of the world.
Man, mentioning my old dorm has made me nostalgic . So, here.
Old pictures give me a funny feeling in my tummy.
