crap.
crap. crap.
crap...
Well I made a post like last week about my fantasy baseball team, remember that one? The one were I was like "whoa i'm in first, this has never happened before!! awesome lol!!"
well guess what?
I'm not in first anymore, although I'm in second and 1.5 points out of first, which isn't too bad except that 6 players on my team are on the DL!
6.
Edgar Renteria - SS
Hunter Pence - OF
Alfonso Soriano - OF
Aaron Harang - SP
Chris Young - SP
Chris Ray - CL
My god...we shall see what happens...wish me luck though :( I need it.
Back to the job hunt.
~Laters
Oh and congrats to Tommy Glavine for this 300 win! Became the 23rd pitcher in major league history to record 300 lifetime wins. Awesome!
20070801
Ode to the Fucking Orange Line
I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.
I've hated you since day one when I started to take you to work and I hate you still today.
You suck, you smell, you have scary, creepy people that ride you.
Like this morning. I got on and saw all seats were filled, that's fine I'm only going 3 stops I can stand without a problem. Plenty of standing room I'll add. But no, shorty and smelly gets on at the next stop and were does he have to stand? How about 8 inches in front of me. What the fuck man! You can't stand somewhere else? Jesus Christ Superstar!
And fuck those Boston Now people how throw the paper in my face, I don't want to read your crappy paper, get it away from me. It's so bad that the Metro people are starting to do the same now that there is another paper in town. Jesus leave me alone. If I wanted a paper I would ask or take one from the pile. Why can't the workers be more like, dare I say, that creepy weird guy on Causeway St. that sells the Herald. He doesn't say a thing and in fact everytime I pass by he is reading his own product.
Anyway, I think I'm going to compose a story based on a few experiences of what I've seen on the Orange Line...God knows there have been some interesting ones...
Also, KG to the C's!
I've hated you since day one when I started to take you to work and I hate you still today.
You suck, you smell, you have scary, creepy people that ride you.
Like this morning. I got on and saw all seats were filled, that's fine I'm only going 3 stops I can stand without a problem. Plenty of standing room I'll add. But no, shorty and smelly gets on at the next stop and were does he have to stand? How about 8 inches in front of me. What the fuck man! You can't stand somewhere else? Jesus Christ Superstar!
And fuck those Boston Now people how throw the paper in my face, I don't want to read your crappy paper, get it away from me. It's so bad that the Metro people are starting to do the same now that there is another paper in town. Jesus leave me alone. If I wanted a paper I would ask or take one from the pile. Why can't the workers be more like, dare I say, that creepy weird guy on Causeway St. that sells the Herald. He doesn't say a thing and in fact everytime I pass by he is reading his own product.
Anyway, I think I'm going to compose a story based on a few experiences of what I've seen on the Orange Line...God knows there have been some interesting ones...
Also, KG to the C's!
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