Saturday, September 17, 2005
Featuring: How I Almost Got Run Over And Other Stories

Yesternight on my merrye way home, I was crossing the street when this motorcycle hurtling at breakneck speed almost ran into me as he was speeding along. He didn't even honk his horn (do motorcycles have them? because they should) to warn me. Fucker. I didn't even realize that my mortality was in peril until I looked up to see a motor tearing up the ground I was about to walk on. Strangely enough I wasn't that alarmed. Am I just weird this way? I was scared to death when some robber ripped the bracelet right off my mum's wrist but utterly unperturbed by the fact that a mere step away I would've been crushed by a speeding hunk of metal
That's screwed up.

Funny question for the day. I was helping my brother call some apartments he's interested at looking at;
This one woman goes: Dalawa kayo?
Me: Opo (I was about to add that it was for my brother and his friend but she cuts me off)
Woman: Sino kasama mo? Asawa mo?

Lol. This is even better than the time someone called me sir and the time someone paused briefly to ask me if I was male or female. My phone voice must be very strange indeed.

And I don't really have anything else of interest to say. Except that I'm coming dangerously close to not giving a shit about a particular human being. Haha. This makes me very very happy.
Thus spake Irish || 2:27 PM || 0 comments