Boston Sucks

I'm originally from Boston.
Well, actually a suburb north of Boston.

and

I was riding on the subway yesterday
and
this guys sits directly across from me
wearing a t-shirt that says, "Boston Sucks", on it.

Without thinking I gave the guy the finger,
because I'm a girl who likes follows her heart.

The guy gave me the finger back, then got off the subway,
because he apparently is a heart follower too.

Looks like he won this round.

Guy with "Boston Sucks" t-shirt: 1

Me: 0

Drivers License

My drivers licence photo sucks.
I got it renewed in April,
and
keep forgetting that it sucks until I'm asked,
"Can I see an ID?"
Then the horror comes flooding back.
I don't even look like a human in the photo.
I look like a lost cast member from 'Lord of the Rings'
or
Just someone who may have appeared in something as a 20-something troll.
And now I'm stuck with it for 5 years.

5 troll-y years...

Yikes

Oh yeah, that's right.
I have a blog and haven't been posting on it AGAIN.
This is bullshit. I have to put an end to it, right now.
It's ending right now.
I'm going to post all the time and share deep thoughts.
Starting now...

Ronald Reagan

I can't believe Ronald Reagan is dead.
When I found out on Saturday, I found myself frantically calling friends, and telling them about it as though I had lost a friend or family member.
And it was all for the wrong reasons.

Sometimes in my act I talk about the first joke I ever told.
It was in fourth grade.
I stood up in the middle of class and said,
"Hey, what about Ronald Reagan is it just me or is he wearing blush?"

The joke bombed.
Not one person in my class laughed.
But I wrote it down in my diary and next to it I wrote,"Someday"(followed by too many exclamation points).
Suggesting that someday, maybe someone would laugh at it.

In the past year, I've started telling that story in my act.
And people laugh at it.
So now people laugh at my Reagan joke, but it's for a different reason then I intended them to laugh when I first told it in fourth grade.

Whoops

Someone keeps calling my cell phone and asking for "Chris"...
This person is relentless.
On one of his phone calls he mocked me.
Not with words just with the tone of his voice.
I bet he doesn't even know anyone named "Chris".
What an asshole.
But this isn't even really about that this is just an excuse for me to say.
"my cell phone".

Yeah, I own a cell phone, and I like to brag about it.
I've owned it for awhile, but I just decided I want to start bragging about it now.
Maybe for a week or so. Probably less than that though.
Maybe just for Memorial Day weekend.

Whenever I wave hello to people, I'll wave with "my cell phone".

Whenever I'm with a group of people I'll yell,
"I have to take this, this call on "my cell phone"
I'll even yell that when no one has called.
No I won't .
This is stupid, I don't want to brag about my cell phone anymore.
I'm done!

I think I really do need a blog coach...