Counties in which “making a WaWa run” is an action (and not gibberish).
Work was fun today.
The Diary of Jane- Breaking Benjamin
This came up on the radio one night this past week when we were driving somewhere, and I was freaking out because I could remember all of the words but couldn’t remember what the song name or band was until the chorus.
Sitting in the airport, eating an overpriced breakfast burrito and waiting to board. It been great, Big Easy, but the frigid north calls for me.
Weirdest dream last night. There were four of us who were like superhero/pornstars except instead of sex we all cuddled and went about hunting down criminals. We could walk through walls and kind of hover or float through the air. Andrew and Mike were two of the other main heroes. I have dreams about tumblr people waaay too often to be normal
We already do that though.
Andrew’s bed is possessed by an ancient evil; we keep falling asleep for several hours at a clip and it won’t let us leave. It keeps pulling us back in.
•Everyone sounds like a walking stereotype but apparently these accents are real and people actually say “y’all” unironically.
•I’m gaining 20 lbs on this trip; they put butter and mayonnaise on everything.
•The Saints are way bigger here than I would’ve imagined.
•Street performers out the wazoo.
•Huge, gorgeous trees everywhere on Tulane’s campus and Audubon Park.
•There’s a very stark sense of haves and have-nots between some neighborhoods.
•This city is a transportation engineering nightmare.
•The entire metropolitan area even feels like a flood zone.
•It takes way too long to get anywhere, not because of traffic but because everything’s so spread out.
•Radio stations just kind of cycle through the same four or five songs all day.
•It feels like August to me and the sun is up way too high in the sky and for way too long for this time of year.