I'm almost afraid to put this rant to paper. I might be jinxing myself. I have a confession: I have lived in the U-District for over 10 years and I've never been assaulted, mugged, shanked, shived, nothing.
That's a good thing, I know. With the seemingly skyrocketing crime rate in this city, statistically speaking, I'm bout due for my turn. I am inundated with crime reports, I hear sirens from cop cars and ambulances every day, and my neighbors have recently decided to entertain me at all hours with screaming matches that make Law & Order look like Sesame Street.
Here's the question: Is it UD that has the problem or is it me? Am I bucking fate by walking to and from work without some sort of body armor? Are these signs that it's time for me to leave the UD? What are your thoughts out there? Help me decide if it's time to start a new decade in a new place!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 22, 2009
Word of the Day: Infetchuated
I created a new word today, inspired by my toenail polish:
The copyright is pending y'all.
in⋅fetch⋅u⋅ate
[v. in-fech-oo-eyt; adj., n. in-fech-oo-it, -eyt] verb, -at⋅ed, -at⋅ing, adjective, noun
uˌeɪt
–verb (used with object)
After randomly choosing a nail color at her weekly pedicure, Jane was infetchuated with the orange sheen on her toes.| 1. | to inspire or possess with a foolish or unreasoning passion, as of love. |
The copyright is pending y'all.
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Clash of the Titans
I've slept like shit every night for the last week so I've made a decision (for the 67th time) to stop drinking coffee. As much as I love it, I'm exhausted every morning and have to drink more and more coffee to keep the high throughout the day.
My old standby is chai tea. It's provides a much more even flow for me but it's definitely not as high a high. Decisions! I need to compare the two:
White chocolate mocha: 350 calories, 6g of fat, 58g of sugar, 150mg of caffeine
Chai tea latte:200 calories, 0g of fat, 42g of sugar, 100mg of caffeine
And chai tea lattes are cheaper! There you have it people. The winner,by decision, is chai tea. You will see me get more and more irritable over the next week or so. My apologies in advance.
My old standby is chai tea. It's provides a much more even flow for me but it's definitely not as high a high. Decisions! I need to compare the two:
White chocolate mocha: 350 calories, 6g of fat, 58g of sugar, 150mg of caffeine
Chai tea latte:200 calories, 0g of fat, 42g of sugar, 100mg of caffeine
And chai tea lattes are cheaper! There you have it people. The winner,by decision, is chai tea. You will see me get more and more irritable over the next week or so. My apologies in advance.
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
The Streets
When I was walking home from work today, it started raining. It hasn't rained for the past 28 days so I didn't have an umbrella with me. I was darting between stores with awnings but I felt like I was playing chicken with the people walking toward me. I started getting angry like "Get out of my way! I have high maintenance hair so I deserve to walk under the awnings!"
The easy solution is, not for me to seek help about my anger management issues, but for the City of Seattle to create a special lane for those people with special needs hair. The lane would be similar to a bike lane but it would be on the sidewalk close to the buildings.Instead of a picture of a bike denoting its purpose, it would be a cartoon of a person with frizzy hair getting rained on. I shouldn't have to fight with women whose hair can handle a little Seattle mist. I think the 2 hours I spend on my hair should count for something.
The easy solution is, not for me to seek help about my anger management issues, but for the City of Seattle to create a special lane for those people with special needs hair. The lane would be similar to a bike lane but it would be on the sidewalk close to the buildings.Instead of a picture of a bike denoting its purpose, it would be a cartoon of a person with frizzy hair getting rained on. I shouldn't have to fight with women whose hair can handle a little Seattle mist. I think the 2 hours I spend on my hair should count for something.
Bainbridge vs. Bremerton
Last weekend, I agreed to attend my friend's baby shower. She moved from Ballard to Bainbridge Island last year and I'd only been out there for her housewarming party.
I was so nervous about getting there on time that I made sure to get to the ferry terminal early. I inadvertently got there an hour early so I thought I'd just sit in my car in the parking lot until the ferry started to board. The first sign of trouble was when I blithely ignored the signs and got on the ferry that the little ferry people waved me onto.
I cranked up the radio and sat in my car waiting for the ferry to depart. The second sign of trouble was when I noticed it moving 45 minutes ahead of schedule. I just thought I may have misread the ferry schedule the night before.
Keeping in mind that the ferry ride to Bainbridge Island should take 30 minutes, I started to worry after 45 minutes. I turned my mind back to the signs at the ferry terminal and realized that they all said BREMERTON. The trifecta of omens was complete.
Classic Lily! So I got off the ferry in Bremerton, turned around to get back on the ferry to Seattle, when the ferry guy told me that I could drive to Bainbridge. Forty-five minutes later, I crossed Agate Pass. I ended up being 15 minutes early!
I was so nervous about getting there on time that I made sure to get to the ferry terminal early. I inadvertently got there an hour early so I thought I'd just sit in my car in the parking lot until the ferry started to board. The first sign of trouble was when I blithely ignored the signs and got on the ferry that the little ferry people waved me onto.
I cranked up the radio and sat in my car waiting for the ferry to depart. The second sign of trouble was when I noticed it moving 45 minutes ahead of schedule. I just thought I may have misread the ferry schedule the night before.
Keeping in mind that the ferry ride to Bainbridge Island should take 30 minutes, I started to worry after 45 minutes. I turned my mind back to the signs at the ferry terminal and realized that they all said BREMERTON. The trifecta of omens was complete.
Classic Lily! So I got off the ferry in Bremerton, turned around to get back on the ferry to Seattle, when the ferry guy told me that I could drive to Bainbridge. Forty-five minutes later, I crossed Agate Pass. I ended up being 15 minutes early!
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