Do people who are assholes know that they're assholes? I mean, maybe some of them do, but a lot of them seem clueless as to their brazen assholishness, which, while astounding, is probably more palatable than believing that people are actually deliberatelyassy.
You know what's good? Grey's Papaya hot dogs. You would think that describing a hot dog as "crunchy" would probably not be a good selling point, but they are kind of crunchy, the same way that KrispyKreme donuts are kind of krispy.
I know I'm, like eight years behind on this, but "The West Wing" is a really good show. They talk really fast in that "Gilmore Girls" kind of way, but not so much with the girly. And I can pretend like it's educational, like Social Studies class.
Monday night I came home late because I was on short call and I had to see three inpatient preops before leaving the hospital. When I got home, Cal insisted that I give him his bath instead of Joe, because apparently NO ONE can fill the bathtub like I can. It's a gift. I could not say no, even though Joe offered to take bath duty, because I already have The Guilt (see above, working late, etcetera). Which is how I ended up sitting on a stool next to the bathtub, alternately washing Cal with a rag on a stick and eating dinner off the lid of the toilet.
I think posts that are all bullet points are a cop-out too.
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