So here is a thing I realized about the song "Rocky Raccoon": she calls herself "Lil' McGill" using lil' as a cutesy modifier. It's NOT that she arbitrarily chooses to go by the actual name "Lil" for no real reason, while everyone thinks she's nuts, or that it's a dumb nonsensical rhyme. It does make sense: Lil' Nancy McGill.
Over-tipped, because the bar reeked of mildew and the patrons were shrieking, and so I felt bad for the bartender who made me an amazing cocktail involving black pepper syrup and muddled strawberries when I asked what he would recommend.
Dear Taxi Driver: You can't tell me that driving me to my house is basically taking money from your pocket, then in the next breath, complain that Uber is destroying the entire business. Or, you can, but I'm not going to be very sympathetic. Love, Meg
Animals I did not hit at 2am, after driving 4 hours, after being awake since 3:30am: 3 deer with antlers, 2 deer without antlers, 2 jackrabbits, 1 cottontail rabbit, 1 freaked out raccoon frozen in the middle of the road.
I can't tell how irritating it is when I speak Spanish to people in my new neighborhood (where Spanish is basically all you hear). In my head, I look/sound like Peggy Hill (from King of the Hill), which makes me cringe, even though I actually can speak Spanish. And I don't want it to seem like I assume people can't speak English.
I'm trying out "Breeze," the new step-tracking iPhone app from RunKeeper. It uses the built-in motion tracking hardware of the iPhone 5S. Gets decent results. However, the notifications are ridiculous and patronizing. If it can't talk to me like I'm an adult, I have no respect for it.
Two of my cousins and my aunts and uncle live in Virginia, and they've always been huge fans of the Washington Football-Team-That-Uses-A-Slur-For-A-Name. I remember one Christmas when I was in England and about 8 or 9 years old, they sent us some porcelain football player figurines with lamps attached. Even as a boy I hated the name of the team.