Thursday, May 11, 2006

The Blog

What a 23 year old would say at 7 pm: "Are you serious?! You are going to let me loose my buzz until 9 pm when I meet up with other friends for more drinking. Come on, we can go to such-n-such bar and eat pretzels!"

What a 28 year old would say at 7 pm after 2 beers: "yeah, I'm going home to chill out and get into PJs. Groceries are coming at 10 pm. Must prepare! Night"

Subject: countdown till the next train in the subway station. I would totally hate that, drives me nuts. Like a tick-tock clock ticking and tocking while I try to sleep. But on the other hand 2 friends of mine would love it and can't wait for the day it happens in NYC stations. How can I blame them, 1 is from California and the other is in London. All I think of would be sheep. I'm a sheep in the big crowd of sheep going to work. Counting sheep to go to sleep. What happened to surprises when the train shows up? How about put an extra train on the line for the same price as a stupid countdown clock. It feels like New Years eve, which I can hardly stand (except for the millennium, which could have been the end of humankind existence). Hahahaha

Over and out