i do not like it cosí

let me start off by saying, i am not a hugi fan of cosi. sure, the signature salad is delicious and the tbm sandwich tastes great, but there is something about the unbelievably poor customer service that really offends me and keeps me from making it a go-to lunch destination. when i do make an exception it always shocks me to see how its crowded with people who don't seem to mind that it takes cashiers 15 minutes to ring up a salad and another 10 to grab the bread that goes with it. today provided a glimpse of the type of people that would frequent such a shockingly serviced locale.

i decided to make an exception to my rule and stop by to get some of that yummy bread to dip into my awesome indian food lunch. again: totally packed. i dutifully went to the back of the (obscenely long) line despite the fact that i just wanted a simple piece of bread. while in line i noticed a women still waiting to get her salad was wearing a skirt very similar to the one my (exceedingly patient) lunchtime companion, the fabulous AD, had on. I then got engrossed in some (highly intellectual and incredibly important) conversation with AD. 10 minutes later we are almost to the front of the line when i see skirt woman make her way toward the cash registers and jump right in to pay. seriously? she just waltzed up there and cut. it wasn't even like she had a friend holding her spot or anything. no, no, she was just a dirty, blatant, unapologetic cutter. where do people learn the nerve to do crap like this? these are the times i wish i was a BAMF and could go up, call her out and send her sorry ass to the very back of the line. too bad i'm just a naive, bright eyed girl from california who for the most part has faith that karma eventually gives cutters, close talkers and people who stand on the left exactly what they deserve.

you're safe this time, cosi cutter, but watch out. in my next life, you are going down.

this artist is the opposite of me

so i'm feeling tired, sick, lazy and just generally unable to think slash write. so instead I will just post this unbelieveable work entitled MUTO* for your enjoyment.




*thanks to the anti dc for sharing this incredible video.

drama kings

so this week has been full of some real gems. mostly boys being idiots at my friends. which makes me a) irrationally angry and b) increasingly pessimistic at the prospects of finding a decent human being that is of the male variety and in my age range (see this article for a glimpse into the world of the twenty-something males of our generation). before you peg me as some stupid girl who has had her heart broken one time too many and must go on a subsequent feminist rant, let me present some evidence. "I am just a placeholder in time for your happiness." first of all, what does that even mean? and secondly, seriously? i did not even know it was possible to say that with a straight face. and then there is the defriender. if you are going to go to the trouble of defriending on the facebook, probs make sure to delete your ex-friend's number from your cell phone so that they don't get an accidental mass text from you a few days later. okthanksbuhbye. and of course who could forget: "love is a rhombus." there are no words.

two things i can live without (and one thing i can't)

window washing. there are many professions that i would not like to have: used car salesperson, plumber, clown. that is not to say that they should not be respected, valued, etc but simply that i could not even fathom doing them. at the top of my list is "window washer". i have no problem making a pane of glass spotless. i do have a problem with making that glass squeaky clean while suspended 300 feet in the air by a cable or two. have you ever taken a moment to watch a window washer? it's horrifying. this past week, i saw two (apparently its that time of year). case 1: nice gentlemen on window washing pulley thing. location: dupont circle. okay these guys were only maybe two stories up. but what happens if one of the cables snaps? are they equipped with parachutes? i really hope the risk premium is fully accounted for in their wages. case 2: group of five window washers literally rappelling down the side of the friendship heights metro stop building. it looked like they were rockclimbing.* on a glass surface. with windex and a squeegee in their hands. um, no thank you. until further notice i will be earning my pennies from the comfortable height of two feet off the ground.

backpacks on wheels. i am all for avoiding back pain and carrying many things. but please, someone please tell me why it is necessary to put your backpack on wheels and roll it with you to work/school/the bar. some of these roll-y backpacks are smaller than the tote i took to the coed shower in my dorm days. if its about minimizing the effort it takes to lug around your books, breakfast or ton of bricks, tell me: is it really easier to roll that thing in and out of the metro, up a flight of stairs, around small children? honestly, ladies, if you are rolling a backpack and carrying a purse, couldn't you have just put the contents of your backpack into a larger purse? and men, a man purse (murse?) is always preferable. trust me.

best friends. i love you for your lives that keep me giggling, the way you listen to my long winded and sometimes pointless stories, that we can communicate with few words and a look here and there. for the ones who are far: i miss when we lived next door to each other/drove to class/drank pink champagne. keep texting, gchatting and leaving drunk messages. they light up my life. to the ones who are close: see you tomorrow, and the next day, and the next.


whew, sorry for the sap! clearly this also explains the movies i just rented (27 dresses, enchanted). in other news, my laptop started working again!! thank goodness. things i am not ready to do: buy a new computer.

*or they could have been a swat team.