"All your dreams are made of strawberry lemonade"

I boarded a 376 at Central. Two corners later, the driver swiped a tree, losing the passenger-side mirror with a bang-bang! He made us all get out and catch another bus.

Doing my grocery shopping, I cut my finger reaching under a laminated pricetag. The pointy bit got me right across the top of a knuckle. Bled like crazy. Attracted stares.


Listening: "The Masterplan" (1998) - Oasis. If you didn't guess.