first order of business: i received feedback from a few people on my last post and was informed that 1) it is, in fact, possible for me to see the big dipper on this side of the world. and B) North doesn’t necessarily mean “up”… though i raise speculation about that one.
secondly: you can order mcdonald’s by phone, and we’ve only done it twice (tonight being the second time). when i called, i noticed how they said “mcdonalds” – and you are going to love it! ready… “mc dilly willy’s”!!! isn’t that great!? i called back twice, after calling the first time to place the order, and made ryan listen to the recording with me. after i hung up the phone ryan goes, “this is going to end up in your blog isn’t it?” and i said, “that’s exactly why i called it again! to make sure i hadn’t misheard it!”
sometimes i like to take different routes home from work, just to change it up a bit. i really only have two options: the subway or a taxi. today i opted for the taxi because i didn’t feel like being underground and i wanted to look at the outside. i used to do the same thing in nyc. sometimes i’d take another subway line because the walk to that particular subway was in another direction. it’s good to change up routines, or so they say.
speaking of which, who is “they?” who are these they that are always saying? and wherefore?
i have had a hankering for pancakes/flapjacks/hotcakes all day long! i mean, for the love of batter, i’m about to go crazy. i tried making pancakes a while back, but i didn’t have the proper pan, so they just stuck to the bottom. talk about a bad day. i think saying “flapjack” is more fun than “pancake.” they’re the same same but different, right?
i was doing laundry earlier and i met the french guy that just moved into the building. i smiled and said hello, and wasn’t planning on striking up a conversation, but he just stood there staring at me. which made me feel awkward. and then i don’t know if i started talking to him because i felt obligated or because i didn’t want the feeling of awkwardness to be present anymore. nonetheless, all i could think about during our conversation was monty python. you know, the part where the guard soldier guy says, “I’m French. Why do you think I have this outrageous accent, you silly king?” aside from all that, the frenchman was nice.
it’s wednesday, so you know what that means…? me either.
