Good Intentions -> Heck

There are times when one has good intentions and those intentions blow up in one's face. Take this example.

I was in the restroom and I noticed the trash can in the stall was looking full. It's built into the wall. the key was in the lock so i thought i would just open it, take the can out, dump the stuff in the big can and done!

but no, the key was so hard to turn. when I got it opened lets just say something bad greeted me. actually it was one type of bad but many versions of it. i decided against dumping anything and tried to close the thing. it wouldn't latch. so i gave it one final push and some of the stuff popped out!

there i was with the trash door open, stuff all over the place and the sense that if i didn't get outta there i would be caught.

it was the same stall where the toilet wouldn't flush that one time.

i hate you bathroom stall.

Potato

I was on Bart and this thought came to mind. Then at work it came back and I couldn’t help myself. I wrote a song. Well, more like a poem since I don’t know how to compose music.

The Potato Song/Poem
There’s this guy I use to know.
His name is Pasini, Joe.
He lived in the city of Pacifica.
I think he drove a maroon Corolla.
He wasn’t born in the month of June.
When the radio would play a tune
He would sometimes sing along
But he’d go and change the song.

Po-ta-to Potato
Po-ta-to Potato

It was just a very strange thing
Because that’s what he’d sing.
What’s up with that I’d wonder?
Did he just commit a blunder?
He’d turned to me and say
Why you looking at me that way?
It just fits in any song is all.
Even the cheesy stuff heard at the mall.

Po-ta-to Potato
Po-ta-to Potato

So I gave it a try
And I won’t lie.
Not just a food that goes with ham.
Can help you in a lyrical jam.
It comes in totally handy
Super fine, pretty dandy
It was more than a quirk
Because my friends it totally works!

Po-ta-to POTATO
Po-ta-to POTATO

Don’t worry if it seems silly, yo
It’s just helps the song to flow
When you can’t remember the words
Or if you find the lyrics absurd
You don’t have to dread
Just use this word instead
Po-ta-to POTATO
Po-ta-to POTATO

“You have a fake hypothetical wedding plan. Wait, that means it’s real!” – laurie.

Why Can't We Be Friends?

In a previous post I mentioned how people protest across the street from where I work. I have learned protesters are selective as to who can join their cause.

One of the customers at work sounds just like ray ramano. Whenever he talks I try not to giggle. Anywhoo, he was waiting for his receipt when he started laughing. He points out one protester standing by himself away from the group. This protester showed up to every single protest no matter what the cause. During the election he was all for clinton, then obama and then clinton, and then obama. The one cause he has stuck to is that the earth has been visited by aliens from 12 different planets. I have named him Clinbama.

I watched Clinbama for a few mintues. He looked like a man (that was a good MAD tv skit), a short dark haired male, middle aged, glasses, green tweed suit, a little on the heavy side.

The other protesters would move away every time he took a step towards them. Finally they formed a circle away from him as if to say, "You can't play with us Clinbama. Go away". Clinbama, holding his lone sign, looked to the ground and shuffled his feet.

Kinda sad when even the outcasts don't want you.