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My lunch smells like farts. It's not particularly appetising.
Looks like I'll be spending this coming Christmas and New Year in New York City. Woo white Christmas!
Observing school kids on a train almost convinces me that they are some form of gas; always expanding to fill their container.
I could never be with someone who has poor umbrella awareness.
Went to AIPP's site, got a giant picture of boobs on my screen. At work. Thanks AIPP. (any other time it would've been fine - welcome, even)
I just attempted to use my stapler as a mouse. You win, Monday.
Every morning I check for news about the Canon 5D MkIII. I call this my sadface time.
Girlfriend does not appreciate newly bestowed dog name: Poops McGoo.
You know that thing in MIB that burns off your fingerprints? That's what my shirts are like after I iron them in the morning.
I'll admit it, sometimes I humorously mispronounce words because I don't know how to pronounce them properly.
RT @andadayphoto: We want to throw a party to celebrate 100 Facebook likes, but we're not there yet! Help us out and score an invite: http://www.facebook.com/andaday
I need to build a George Castanza-esque bed under my desk for post-carb heavy lunches.
RT @andadayphoto: Hot on the heels of yesterday's post we have a preview of yet another session: http://t.co/7kfynrAt
RT @andadayphoto: New post up! http://t.co/5uJN8dGt We have a few more to come before Xmas too. Let us know what you think!
People who get annoyed when lifts stop at different floors amuse me greatly. They must hate buses.
Flute dude is playing celine dion in Martin pl. Recommend steering clear.
Left headphones at home; doomed to experience the sounds of a finance department for the whole day.
New shoes make very loud knocking noise when tapped together. Disturbing urge to do so every time someone asks me to do something.
Girl at the lunch place kept calling me "darlin'" like she was 20 years older, from the deep south, and 100 pounds heavier.
Dear new shoes, please return my skin. Lots of love, the backs of my heels.
Boss: "Call me old fashioned, but I prefer people to wear shoes around the office.." Obviously hasn't seen Mad Men.
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