Oh what a day. I wasn't feel well, but still made it to the gyms today. I figured my body was reacting to my 5 grande sized Starbucks coffee drinks that I had consumed in less than 24 hours. Might have to rethink the free refills during my Sunday afternoons reading time at my local Starbucks store! I was getting ready to leave for work when I looked out to see if it was raining. The weather guy last night said we wouldn't see rain until 10pm, so I didn't bring my umbrella. It was raining though. I then saw what I thought was fog, but nope! It was smoke. And where there's smoke...there's fire! (Believe me, I've seen way too many Southern California wild fires to know that!). My view was obstructed by a tree, but there was definitely a car fire of some sort. It happened around 4:30pm and it took firetrucks about 15 minutes to respond. You heard pops that sounded like gunshots or booms (much like when Camp Pendleton practices in O'side). Every now and then you could see flames. It didn't take long for the crew to put it out. Our communications person at work called our office to tell us about the bus that exploded. No, there was no bomb...it was an engine fire [and that's engine with an "e" not an "i" :) ]. No idea what caused one of our Longwood Medical Area (LMA) shuttle buses to catch fire, but fortunately it happened at the pick up spot for the Longwood to Harvard University route BEFORE it was fully loaded (that route is always jammed packed with people). Of course, I couldn't help think I'm shit out of luck if there was a bomb on my bus, I'd never make it out in time. What a scary world we live in!
Then I'm reading my email and a guy from a dating website (which I can't stand and thought I'd try again, but so far... nope). It just said "hi, I'm Micheal". So I check out his profile. Not only is it long, but he goes on about not wanting this type of girl (and goes into detail) or this kind of girl (and goes into detail). A short paragraph on the kind of person he does want. THEN I see a line which reads "I am pro white, truthful, and brave". At that point, I'm like, um...NO. I should totally write that he wouldn't approve of my ghetto, thug lovin' hiphop music or the fact that I had a Latin Lover. I'm sure he probably has a swastika tattooed somewhere on his WASP body! It gets better [being sacrastic here of course]. Under "first things people usually notice about me", he writes: "0% Italian 50% Irish 100% Pure"! I'm like "YOU'RE SUCH AN EFFING MORON". BUT wait... under "Six things I could never live without" he writes 2 things: "Western (white) Civilization and all that goes with it." NOW, I'm about to go MADEA on his ass! People like this piss me off!
So I get home. I have workers working on my spare bedroom to fix the walls and I get home and see this!
OMG, YOU'VE GOT TO BE EFFING KIDDING ME! That is so gross! Not only did they NOT flush the damn toilet (or put the seat down), but they used THIS bathroom that I had left all my stuff on the counter when I left for work (makeup, electric toothbrush, hair and face stuff, etc) and closed the door (to deter them from going into it) AND I left the bathroom right next to the room they were working on open and with nothing on the counter. They didn't even use that one!! Seriously people?! I kind of want to pee in both toilets before I leave for work tomorrow and NOT flush! So now, I'm bleaching the counter tops and will wait until tomorrow to mop all the floors. I swear, if you have a penis, I'm totally hating on you today (ok, exception being my cute Zumba Russian boy).
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