Sunday, December 24, 2006

'Tis the season to be stressed out, can't find a parking spot, tra-la-la-la

Well. Plenty 'o people are in town for Christmas but for some reason I'd expected more! because it is the holidays! Local businesses were clogged up if they offered apparel around the time of the school parties because of the social pressure to model a brand-new, never-before-seen outfit, down to the socks, at every party. Yours truly was busy; the curse of being a ruthless procrastinator. And several houses will be clogged up with useless knickernacks which they thanked the givers for insincerely, plotting the donation of the poor porcelain things to the tianguis next year, to be passed around to clutter more closets.

That is Christmas.

I am being a willing participant.

But why does everyone have to park right in front of my dad's photo gallery, Galeria On-ce?

I am not dead, either.

But I think you noticed.

Stupid New Money

They've come out with a plastic fifty... all well and hard to forge but they rip easily, so then if you have a ripped fifty/twenty no one will take it and it's like one of those games where you're passing something around and at the end the person who ends up with it looses, it's like that only this isn't a game its real life and money.

Friday, December 01, 2006

Dad is not dead.

Dad just told me today that he thinks the people who read his blog probably think he's dead or something. Well he's not. And he's too young to die so don't go getting any ideas. Just thought I'd let whoever reads this know.