Gray Flannel Dwarf


But I love the smell of asphault!

Ahh, nothing says Northern Virginia lovin’ like a 1.5 hour commute home from work.

Oh, did I mention the stretch from work to my house is about 4 miles, give or take half a mile?

I want to know who the crack smoking genius in charge of the Route 28 construction is, the one who decided to close both Commercial Drive and the road next to the Ferrari dealership, during rush hour, leaving only the already-congested Waxpool Road as the only exit onto 28. Really. I’d like to meet the guy.

Preferably, with the grill of my car.

cswiii @ 7:47 pm

Big^W Bad Mouth

I say things that I don’t mean to say, or sometimes don’t even believe. I don’t know why I say them, and yet I do so, trying not to be offensive or to provoke hurt, but I do, of course, anyway.

It is like I am trying to start an argument, only I don’t conciously go to do it — and I say things that hurt people, even though I try to shape my words as to avoid that.

cswiii @ 5:45 pm