I wish I was like you, easily amused

Casey is currently busting ass all over my house.  Well more specifically, Meagan’s room.  It’s pretty foul.  Things that smell like that should not come out of a girl’s ass.  Good thing she’s going home to New York tomorrow.  Crazy bitch.  Just kidding.

Apparently tap water is much better for you than bottled water:

In case you don’t know, bottled water is an incredible scam. I used to help out with running a water company when I was a kid, so I got a good background in the stringent set of requirements that utilities must meet when providing drinking water to a community. Generally, bottled water doesn’t have to meet standards that are anywhere near as tightly regulated in regards to contaminants, filtering, or purity. Not to mention the fact that waterwhich [sic] stagnates in plastic containers on supermarket shelves frequently has a higher bacteria count than water from public utilities.

Also, the bubbles in San Pellegrino are taken from a volcanic spring in Tuscany and then injected into the water taken from the spring.  I’ll keep drinking Pellegrino because its just that damn good.  And probably won’t stop drinking bottled water altogether due to its convenience.  But this article raises some really interesting points.

I haven’t written much lately because I have been working incessantly. I’ve eaten dinner at home maybe twice in the last two weeks and worked a Sunday. I’ll get around to writing about why I hate (being a) Democrat(s) at some point, but for now I’ll leave you with one of my favorite bloggers‘ take on gender equity. I’ve always been of the opinion that, if they thought about it, women wouldn’t really want gender equity. Equal rights, sure. Gender equity, I don’t think so. But, I’ve never been able to quite explain it the way I want. Women don’t really want to be treated like men in most situations. You might think Roissy’s take is a bit extreme, but it paints a startlingly accurate picture. In my opinion anyway.

I haven’t had a cigarette since July 4. After a day of drinking and smoking too many cigarettes, I hopped in the shower the next morning to get ready for work. I had the biggest ball of phlegm come out of my throat. Check that, it was the three biggest balls of phlegm ever. Right there, I decided I’m quitting. Again.

I started smoking freshman year of college. It began as a social thing. Having a cigarette really does make your buzz better. It turned into a coping mechanism as I dropped pretty deep into depression second semester. Since then I’ve “quit” twice. Meaning I stop altogether. Then, decide to have one when I’m out drinking. Next thing I know I’m buying a pack when I’m out at the bar which gets thrown in my desk drawer. I’m sitting around bored and decide, hey what the hell, I’ll have a cigarette and it goes from there.

A ball of phlegm in the morning is no big deal to a smoker. It happens every once in a while. It’s part of being a smoker along with the cough and excessive gum chewing. But for whatever reason, those three masses of mucus disgusted me that morning. I always figured I would stop smoking altogether after college. It was just one of those things that was okay because I was in college. I’ll probably still have the occasional cigarette. I really do enjoy smoking. I don’t so much enjoy all that comes with it, but I do enjoy the act. Its almost a meditative act for me. It really is quite relaxing given the right circumstance. But, hopefully I’ll be able to kick it for good this time. Maybe I will. Maybe I won’t. We’ll see.

I DO! I DO!  Apparently, to promote the upcoming Simpsons movie, certain 7-eleven stores around the nation are becoming Kwik-E-Marts.  In fact, there are only 11 around the nation.  One of them, kindly located right here in the D.C. metro area.  Yeah, yeah, Bladensburg isn’t that close.  And I have to wonder why they didn’t put one right in the District.  They have ones in New York City, Chicago, Vegas, and Disney World among other places.  Ah well, I’ll definitely be making the trek out to get me a Squishee.  Thank you, come again.

…and the damn burglar doesn’t have the decency to turn on the air conditioning so at least its nice and cool inside the house when I get home from work?

 Yeah, I wouldn’t know what that feels like because it hasn’t happened to me.  But, now that I’ve gotten your attention, I need a little help here.  I moved to D.C. a month ago, but have driven back to College Park to get my hair cut.  The barbershop I went to at school is great, but it’s a pain in the ass to drive all the way to College Park.  Plus they close at 7 everyday, so I can only make it out here on a Saturday, another pain in the ass.

So my question to you, residents of the district, is where can I find a decent barbershop in D.C.  I live in Columbia Heights, so one in my neighborhood would be ideal.  But I’m not opposed to going to Cleveland Park or Adams Morgan etc. to get a haircut.  So, if you know of a good barbershop (read: a barbershop you would trust your hair with) close to me, leave a comment.  Hell, if you know of any good barbershop in NW let me know.

Note: If one of my six loyal readers didn’t understand that I did not get broken into, then my mom, who is one of my other loyal readers, certainly will not get it either.  I did not get broken into.  It was simply something to get people’s attention.