Gah!

I hate wearing long underpants. Okay, to be fair I hate wearing pants...but dag, yo'.

Feels like I've got too many layers. And the waistband invariably rides up to about my belly button, above the waistline of my pants pants (Even though my dress shirt is tucked in) and it makes me feel like I'm wearing a girdle.

Frickin' sub-zero weather.

It doesn't help that the parking lot for my office is conveniently located 4 blocks away from my building. (Does someone want to explain this? No, really. You have to walk 4 minutes to get to the foot path that leads to the entrance of my building. In the summer, you sweat balls before getting inside. And in winter, the opposite. Gah.)

In other news, Sushi Tango happy hour= To avoid. It was as if they wanted to take as long as possible to serve us so that the hungry hungry sushi hippo that is me wouldn't capitalize on the low-prices. 15 minutes between ordering and receiving I understand. 27 minutes? Come on.

Dorajar and I are thinking of penning a Happy Hour book. You know, the po' actor's guide to cheap niblets in the Schwinn Titties.



Re-reading the above (re: Long johns) It occurred to me that I used to wear a Spider Man costume under my school clothes when I went to work. (Taking care to keep my mask safely hidden at the bottom of my book bag) I think I should just suck it up.