Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Spotted on the Metro

The Metro has seen a wealth of bad fashion over the bad two days. There was more acid-washed denim. There was a clothing item that hasn't seen the light of day since 1992. Choices this bad must be shared.

Yesterday, June 13th, 5:00 p.m., Red Line: high-waisted, acid-washed denim short shorts with a sailor-style front closure.

Today, June 14th, 5:30 p.m., White Flint metro station: see-through stretch lace top, skirt overalls...I'll just let that sink in for a sec...and lace cuff black leggings. Yes, I am serious.

The second one actually provided a much-needed lift to a shit day that started with a woman criticizing my driving in the Metro parking garage before 7 a.m., kept up the losing streak with an overdrawn bank account, and ended with my flip-flop breaking a half hour before leaving work. So, thank you misguided overalls girl, for my own personal Moment of Zen.

Monday, July 6, 2009

Liza Never Writes Real Posts Anymore

Someday, I will wake up and find that I have enough to say to write a real post. Or I will get exceptionally cranky about something and feel the need to vent. Until then...

1. I'm pretty sure I messed up my shoulder playing badminton on Saturday. Who does that? It's pretty much the wimpiest sport ever. Although, to be honest, I'm not sure if I messed it up actually trying to hit the birdie, or whether it was that time that I ran backwards, fell on my butt, and rolled ass over teakettle back into a sitting position (I'm quite sorry E. Lee missed it. She's the one who named me Zero Gravity, after all, and it was a truly great moment of clumsiness).

2. I'm sort of a contributing member of society now. I say sort of because I'm merely a doc review drone, and thus am not actually contributing much of anything except for approximately .0001% of my brain power. Still, I now have to get up every morning at a reasonable time and get myself to the Metro, and stand there looking disgruntled with everyone else.

3. Speaking of disgruntled, riding the Red Line during rush hour sort of makes me understand why people occasionally throw themselves onto the tracks. Maybe they're not attention-seeking commute-ruiners like I thought. Maybe they just got stepped on one too many times, or ended up standing next to someone with really smelly armpits and couldn't take it anymore.

4. Still speaking of the collateral bits of my new job, I'm allowed to dress casually, like really casually, meaning jeans and flip flops, but I've found myself breaking out the heels and skirts most days anyway because it makes me feel more like I have a meaningful daily grind to get to. I'm pretty sure this is a really silly reason to give oneself extra blisters.

5. People who talk on the phone in the bathroom weird me out. There was a girl today who was talking on the phone in the stall with toilets flushing all around her, and it didn't sound like she was talking to someone that she was very familiar with. It sounded like she was rescheduling an appointment, actually. I'd be a little freaked out if someone I didn't know decided to talk to me while sitting on the toilet.

And...that's it. That's all I've got. Till the next time, happy Monday y'all.

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