Oh Hai

Wow. Two months fly by, eh?

I know it's been a while since I posted, and for that I apologize. Boston Daily is keeping me pretty busy, and when I get home I'm usually not tempted to fire up Blogger and lay forth some more.

But life goes on, even if I don't blog it. I still have zits. I'm still in dire financial straits. Still single. You know, the same shit that's been happening since I started blogging a few years back.

Here's an anecdote for you. The other day, I was heading out to Brookline to babysit after work. I'm sitting on the train, reading my book, when a woman gets on a Coolidge Corner with a gigantic Trader Joe's bag she half-parks on my lap. I glare at her, but she only slightly shifted it off me. Then she opens a plastic bag and the strong smell of chocolate comes out.

And she starts to eat ice cream. And, hey, I understand the power of a craving for chocolate ice cream. But she was eating it with a soup spoon, and it was kind of melty.

Sluuuuurp. Slurp. Sip. SLUUUUURP.

It's not like she was eating anything stinky or repulsive, but it was a disturbing sound to hear while commuting. I thought it was just me, but the people sitting around the ice cream slurper were also shooting daggers at her.

So, commuters, do us a favor. Don't eat ice cream while riding.