- my brother kept enthusiastically telling me, as I was thinking of moving here: "yeah, dude, they call it 'Girlington' around here!" I'm sure they do, probably because "San Francisco", "Providence, RI" and "Dykesburg" had already been taken. (I know the first two there sound made up, but I'm pretty sure about the last one.)
I'm not bitter, I haven't asked anyone out and been rejected or anything, but it makes me laugh. The prevalence of short haircuts, the general butch attitude, dogs invariably in tow...I mean, there's a reason that the author of Dykes to Watch Out For lives here, that's all I'm saying.
- my thoughts, after listening to a self-professed native American go on at length about how he never has worn a watch, believes that you always are where you are supposed to be at just the right time, etc, etc: "Then why did you ask me what time it was?"
- nothing worse than country music blasting for 8 hours all over the warehouse each day? Ha, you naive fool. Try Christmas country music, starting today and (apparently) due to keep going until New Years. Perhaps I should just save myself time and puncture my eardrums now...