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mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-22 03:44 pm
mrsronweasley) wrote2002-09-22 03:44 pm
On Shopping.
Well, just came back from an exciting (sense the sarcasm) trip to the mall. I have a headache. Make it go away.
But at least now I have a working (and rather nice, actually) watch - had to take out a few links, because my wrists are friggin' tiny, but all's good now. I also have a leg-money-storing-thingamajig (to put underneath the pant leg when travelling - security, baby) and a normal-sized wallet, as opposed to the monster I had before and never used. And another CD-case for my growing CD collection. Almost all set to go. There's that packing business, still, but hey, we all have something that needs to be done...
Have I filled your inbox up entirely? Can I send on more stuff? Will you respect me in the morning? ;)
How did it go?!
And here's a little word to the wise - don't ever drive in Boston. It just isn't a good idea.
Yesterday, my dad decided to be nice and drive me to the post office (I would have taken the T, otherwise). Wasn't that sweet? Yes... About five minutes into the trip, I wished I had done anything but gotten in that car - even walked, crawled or slithered on the ground. Wherever we went, roads were closed off. Construction was everywhere. It took us twenty minutes, when it should have been 7. Once we parked, we began walking - the post office was still a ways away - and as we were passing by - you guessed it - more construction, I got splattered with mud. How, you may wonder? Well, they were pumping out the clay-like stuff from underneath the road, and one guy was holding the hose. Now, I don't know what he was looking at, but as we passed, he dropped the hose and it splashed all over my favorite jeans and docs. And we hadn't even reached the post office by that point.
$%^*%%^$^*$**^$#$#(*(*&$%^%^!!!
Getting back was a little easier than getting there, but, my God. I would have been so much better just taking the damn T. God Bless public transportation.
But at least now I have a working (and rather nice, actually) watch - had to take out a few links, because my wrists are friggin' tiny, but all's good now. I also have a leg-money-storing-thingamajig (to put underneath the pant leg when travelling - security, baby) and a normal-sized wallet, as opposed to the monster I had before and never used. And another CD-case for my growing CD collection. Almost all set to go. There's that packing business, still, but hey, we all have something that needs to be done...
Have I filled your inbox up entirely? Can I send on more stuff? Will you respect me in the morning? ;)
How did it go?!
And here's a little word to the wise - don't ever drive in Boston. It just isn't a good idea.
Yesterday, my dad decided to be nice and drive me to the post office (I would have taken the T, otherwise). Wasn't that sweet? Yes... About five minutes into the trip, I wished I had done anything but gotten in that car - even walked, crawled or slithered on the ground. Wherever we went, roads were closed off. Construction was everywhere. It took us twenty minutes, when it should have been 7. Once we parked, we began walking - the post office was still a ways away - and as we were passing by - you guessed it - more construction, I got splattered with mud. How, you may wonder? Well, they were pumping out the clay-like stuff from underneath the road, and one guy was holding the hose. Now, I don't know what he was looking at, but as we passed, he dropped the hose and it splashed all over my favorite jeans and docs. And we hadn't even reached the post office by that point.
$%^*%%^$^*$**^$#$#(*(*&$%^%^!!!
Getting back was a little easier than getting there, but, my God. I would have been so much better just taking the damn T. God Bless public transportation.
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And yay for public transport. I'd be freakin' pissed off if that happened to me, even if I wasn't a mad public transport advocate anyway.
*love*
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*love back*
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Am sorry you had to go to the mall. That is not a fate I would wish on anyone. And ha...driving on Boston...oh dear. Am sorry about that too. Take care of yourself:-)
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i still feel that old high school insecurity, too, which is absolutely ridiculous. bleargh.
thanks. :) *hugs*
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And... driving in Boston? ::Supresses laugh:: I understand you too well dear. My dad's still caught up on the idea that we need a car. Gah. And evil hose holding guy. I would have thrown something at him for getting my jeans, but then, we have to consider that I only own one pair that I wear.
Anyway. ::Hugs you:: Good luck with packing. :)
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damn, i need a spine.
and as for needing a car in boston - you need it as much as i need more free time. my parents had two cars when they moved here - down to one, now. it's still a good thing to have to go places that the t doesn't go to, and out of town and such, but mostly, it just sits there. boston must be the worst planned out city for driving in the world. it really must. and the drivers are all on crack, so that doesn't help. gah.
*hugs you back*