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.