free crap

Oh yes! Crappy cardboard boxes left out in the rain! For FREE!! I can't believe my luck because I was just thinking... I wish I had a crappy damp cardboard bo.... no, wait, I wasn't thinking that at all.
What is wrong with these people??

climate: sunny, mid 60's
shoes: snake skin flats (bet you didn't see that one coming!)
ipod: supertramp

...and we're back

Or rather, they're back. The students. I love to hate the students. They're always driving the wrong way on the one ways around here, and they're just... amusing. Case in point: True story of two entirely different student conversations I overheard on Mass Ave at lunch yesterday:
1.) "...so German beer does have alcohol in it, right?"
"Yeah, I'm pretty sure that it does."
2.) "...so if you have a tracheotomy, can you drink through that hole?"
"Yes! You could drink 2 beers at once!"
The only redeeming part about this time of year is that inevitably, one of them gets stuck under a bridge in their huge U Haul because, for whatever reason, they think that huge NO TRUCKS sign on Storrow or Memorial must not apply to them. After that, I'm counting the days until they vacate the premises again.

climate: sunny, low 70's
shoes: gray flips
ipod: Arrested Development

look at me, i'm crazy tilted windows house

Noticed this house tucked behind and between two street front houses. The front door is open, so I had to take my picture and escape quickly for fear of being caught. I wonder what the resale value is on something that ... um... unique?
This inexplicably makes me angry. I imagine the homeowner to be an annoying yuppie-hippie (yippie) that thinks they're "crazy" and "creative", but in a "fun" way. They probably wear lots of bright colors and belong to that purple hat club for old ladies, which also makes me inexplicably angry. This is too much upset for a Friday. I should probably just start drinking now.

climate: sunny, low 40's
shoes: burgundy sneaks
ipod: the figgs

there she goes..

Every now and then I need to remind myself why I walk instead of taking the bus, which picks up by my coffee shop and drops off by my office. Ideal, right? This is why: I waited 10 minutes at the bus stop and started walking. Three buses in a row went by in the opposite direction, and then, 200 feet from my office door, two buses in a row went by in my direction. They're supposed to run every 10 minutes; I have a friend that calls the MBTA reliably unreliable. So basically, I am destined to spend a minimum of 20 minutes outside every morning. I can spend it shivering at the bus stop waiting, or I can spend it getting some exercise by walking to work.

climate: sunny, high 10's
shoes: black low heal mary janes
ipod: battery died half way through belle and sebastian

i am the gatekeeper

here's one of my walking-to-work pet peeves:


the guy who lives here never closes his driveway gate, and I have to close it in order to walk by. usually i push it closed with a vengeance, which also counts as my cardio for the day becuase the thing is heavy and rusty and hard to push. really what i should do it hit those hinges with some WD-40 so when the guy bumps the gate open with his car to back out of the driveway (i've seen him do it) they fly open and then back closed again and slam into his bumper. hard. hard enough to make his car go flying forward and he bashes his car into his house! and then the house falls down! and his dog gets out and runs away!

that's how it happens in my mind anyway. really i don't even know if he has a dog.