I work near union square. After work today, my plans change about five times. Go to Filene’s. Get on bus. Get off bus. Go to Loehmann’s. Get on subway. Next thing I know I’m at the 1 train at 18th St. & 7th Ave. At 34th St., an express train pulls into the station. I consider jumping on it to save a few minutes. My feet hurt, so I decide against it. I stay seated. I’m listening to music & reading my email. We pull into 50th street. I get pissed because this guy gets on the train and sits RIGHT next to me. There are plenty of other seats opens.
Then he kisses me.
I look up. It’s my boyfriend. Of all the trains in New York. Of all the detours I took or didn’t take. Of all the cars he could have entered on that very same train. We were on the same one.
“Plainclothes investigators sent to test security at federal buildings in four U.S. cities were successful in smuggling bomb components through guard posts at all 10 of the sites they visited, according to a government report.
The investigators then assembled the bombs in restrooms and freely entered numerous government offices while carrying the devices in briefcases, the report said.
The buildings contained offices of several federal lawmakers as well as agencies within the departments of State, Justice and Homeland Security, which is responsible for safeguarding federal office buildings.”
- CNN.com
why did tumblr delete that post about rackspace?
At 5 minutes and 6 seconds after 4 a.m., on July 8 (tonight!) the time and date will be: 04:05:06 07-08-09. This will not happen again until the year 3009.
Not going to lie, I kiiinda want to set an alarm to take a picture at that exact time.
Meme, anyone?
CNN: By no stretch of the definition, is this breaking news.
The Williams wedding crew. I’m in purple…on purpose.
high: the hangover (exceeded expectations)
low: I was late to a meeting to which I should have been on time
My brother gets the most rockin’ birthday celebration every year. It’s been a while since I was lucky enough to celebrate with him :)
Eating “the julia” at cosmic cantina.
The glorious smell of bacon is sweeping through my bedroom from my open window. No fair!
I just went and conquered. And somehow became puerto rican?
