Freakin snow, part deux.

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Posted 05 Dec 2007 in I am a moron, other people are morons

It snowed again yesterday. Traffic looked something like this for rush hour last night and this morning. “Well, Jenna – you’re lucky! You don’t have to commute on freeways – you take the bus on city streets!”


I left work around 4:30 last night, and walked the skyways to my bus stop on 7th & Hennepin. I waited for 10 minutes without seeing a 6 (my bus of choice), so, I took the first bus going my way (but not all the way) – a 12. We then proceeded to get stuck in traffic, making it take almost 20 minutes to get to 11th street. That’s right, 4 blocks in 20 minutes. RIDICULOUS. Everyone turns into asshole and/or bad drivers when it snows here. To make matters worse, some obese woman(?) stood near me in the rear of the bus, and she smelled as though she hadn’t showered in a month. And I’m not talking BO stink here – more like a rotten sweet smell. The thought right now is brining up bile as we speak. UGH. Anyway – I assumed we’d pass a 6 on the way into Uptown that I could hop on at the Transit Station to take me the 6 blocks more I needed to get home. And….nothing.

I waited, and then decided to start walking. While wearing these shoes. All I could think of was my cute boots sitting in my warm apartment that I had neglected to wear. Then I couldn’t help thinking about how wet my feet were and how canvas deck shoes aren’t meant for snow hiking. In any case – I walked the whole way home without seeing a 6 – so at least I sort of made the right choice.

But enough about the weather – book club last night was super fun. We decided to read this book first – Candy Girl, by Diablo Cody. The description:

Diablo Cody was twenty-four years old when she decided there had to be more to life than typing copy at an ad agency. On a whim, she signed up for amateur night at Minneapolis’s seedy Skyway Lounge. She didn’t win a prize that night, but she discovered that stripping delivered a rush she had never experienced before, and too many experiences to not write about it. While she didn’t fit the ordinary profile of a stripper—she had a supportive boyfriend, was equal parts brainpower and beauty, was from a good family, and was out to do a little soul searching—she soon immersed herself in this enticing life full-time.

Sounds fairly interesting. We decided on a light, quick read for this month since the holidays are coming up (not to mention I’m moving in a little over a week), so I should be able to handle it. I should buy it soon so I can read it before our next meeting in January.

And…back to work.

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