NJ Transit - The Way to Go...to hell

Trains are still a relatively foreign concept for me. Growing up on the west coast meant that everyone had a car and that poor people took the bus - unless you live in Seattle, then it means that you're also trying to be green. Ban Ki-Moon thanks you.

I recently took a trip to the great land of Central Jersey. Rather than taking the bus, I decided to go cheap and take the nice fast train.

Too bad the train goes like 25 miles per hour and is filled with my favorite kind of East Coast people. They also have that funny train junction that I can't pronounce correctly. It's probably because I'm asian.

This space is not your space

First of all, apologies for the lack of timely updates. I was complaining to actual people instead of this passive-aggressive crap. That, and I had another experience with tequila.

I work in a cubicle. I am also the only person in the office who is still in a cubicle, excluding the interns and receptionist. On my floor alone, there are FIVE empty offices.

Cubicle space does not equate to free space. Use your own stapler or computer. You all have that. If you don't, go through one of the EMPTY FIVE OFFICES.

Really, you're not that important

You know what? Your e-mail isn't actually that important.

You're a conference secretary-general of a Model UN conference. Get over yourself.

Lateness

Waiting for that post right at 12:00 PM?

Sorry, it's a minute late.

Why?

Because quite frankly, I can't be bothered by your demands, you bitches.

Weekend, weekend, weekend!

No safety dance for you

One time I went out, there were some hot bitches who were getting down with their bad, white selves. It was pretty awesome because they were wearing the hottest dresses from Strawberry and Conway. Guys looking at them were thinking "DAAAAAAAAMMMMMMNNN, I gotta get in dat bitch."

These same guys were also finishing off their 10th beer, so anyone would really have a chance.

The night definitely got better when the hottest of the hunnies when out on the dance floor and proceeded to hop around and do a pseudo-funky chicken with a bit of "wave your hands in the air".

Naturally, being the kind-hearted and non-judgmental person that I am, I proceeded to mock the chick. And make slightly witty remarks to the people I was with. (Only slightly because they were on their 8th beer.)

Later on the evening, it turns out that the hottest hunny was impressed with my dancing skills.

*sigh*

Why, yes, it's okay for you to meow at 4AM

My apartment doesn't have mice. I think it's due to the large stray cat population. That's something positive.

The extreme downside is that there will be cats screaming in the night.

One of these days, I'll punch one. Or I'll find some string and make them chase it onto the subway track. Yeah, that sounds like the best idea.

Note to my one reader: I know you look at my blog solely for my pictures. I'm sorry this cat kinda sucks.

Additional note to my one reader: Okay, you look at my blog for the pictures and you're always curious if I'm going to write about you. I probably won't...yet...just you watch yourself

Khaaaaaaaaaaaaaaan

hmm...my drawing kinda looks like a bird.

Anyways, I think I could take on Khan.

He does have bigger boobs than me...his breast would absorb the shock.