...And in the turning lane, someone's stalled again...
February 04, 2003 | 4:43 p.m.

Ok. If there's someone in the middle of the road looking ridiculous because they are wearing pajama bottoms and taking a garbage can back to it's rightful house, the courteous thing to do is at least, at the very least, slow down. If I'm going to be nice enough to brave the cold and rain to take a garbage can out of the middle of the road so that you can actually pass, the nice thing to do would be to at least slow down so I know that you see me and are not going to run me over in your stupid SUV.

End rant.

Ok, no. Continue rant.

It's also really not fun when you have a spare in the morning and drive to school in the middle of Canadian Ice Storm #2 just to find out that the damn buses are cancelled. Our buses are never cancelled!! It could be the blizzard to end all blizzards and we still have school!!! Damn amalgamated super-city.

There's only one thing that could make me happy again: new Weakerthans songs. And maybe knitting. Or knitting to new Weakerthans songs.

On a happier note, did anyone see Joe Millionaire last night? I used to like the curly haired girl until she turned skanky. "Oh Evan, let me just squeeze my breasts together so that you can stare at them and then let me sit on the couch in a manner that lets millions of people see my womanly underthings." Zora better win or I will be very upset.

...pulled along :: pulled apart...