Sup White Girl

We had a fire drill in the office today. That was pretty awesome, felt like I was in 5th grade again. I'm completely perplexed that they don't actually evacuate the building, they just make us walk down the stairwell (no elevator, sorry prego women, fatso's, and lazy POS') 4 flights and go in the hallway. WTF? What the hell is that going to do if there's a bomb in this place? Well, I'll tell you, it'll do NOTHING. Total bullshit. I won't die, I'll fuckin' bum rush the exit to the outdoors of this place like there's no tomorrow; I'm not burning to death.

Play on Words

I'm just full of 'em.

Last night Ryan and I were enjoying some Tibetan Cuisine and there it came out:

Ryan: Want to make a bet.

Me: No, I don't like to bet...TIBET!

Oh God, I'm pathetic.

Vital Ital Calabash

Aside from the fact that they have good food, the Rasta men that work at that place are babes...baaaaaabes, like drooling status. And they cook, oh man, eye candy.