The following blog was written on my commute home last night. I did not have a chance to post it then, so I am posting it on my commute this morning. That explains the 'present' tense and spelling errors. That said, enjoy...
I guess, being a fat douche has its advantages. Tonight, two such examples are absorbing a three person seat on a packed commuter train from New York. No one is brave or thin enough to squeeze between them, nor are they offering the seat to the dozens of people standing in the aisle. The just sit there giggling about glazed hams or something.
A message to the fuckers spamming my blog. You guys suck ass. What do you gain out of posting links to websites on a blog that gets no traffic? I hate to break it to you, but you're wasting both of our time.
Now that I've dispensed with the rage and intolerance at hand...
Do not fly India Air to or from India, because it smells like curry, says my Indian coworker. That and they're one step beyond errant chickens roaming the aisles.
My Monday nights have become boring again. The season finales of my Monday night shows were last night. 24 and Heroes if you're wondering. I am sure my Tuesday and Wednesday night shows are sure to follow. What am I supposed to do with my summer weekday nights, read or something? My only saving grace, to use a cliche that I wish I didn't, is that Forza 2 is coming out soon for the xbox 360. Woo!
The guy across from me on the train has some weird tourette-esque, gasping twitch. In addition, he's talking to himself. It is really quite amusing and disturbing at the same time. If my phone took better quality video, I would capture some of it.