my least favorite things
I embrace positivity. I’m all hippie-dippie and believe that a positive, sense of humor-infused outlook on life will steer the trajectory of events the way you’d like them to go, and when it doesn’t, you’ll be able to laugh at it. Today is one of those, “you’ll be able to laugh at it” kind of days. Like nothing so serious is wrong that I can’t see the ridiculousness in my hurt feelings and pity-party bummed out’ness. My problems are relatively minor. So when I joked with my roommate and old friend, Matt, over a picnic lunch today (bomb), about wanting to ditch the rainbows and sunshine and be all Debbie Downer, he jumped on board. He asked me a dozen of my least favorite things, until I laughed. He took it to the extreme, letting me see that all that negativity isn’t me… but it sure can be fun.
my least favorite DC
cliche black, blue, gray. repeat.
profession consultant. WHAT DO YOU DO AND FOR WHOM DO YOU DO IT, FOR GODS SAKE?
restaurant I feel like the politically correct answer is, “The Chick-fil-a food truck.”
bar Smith Commons… be careful where you step, the floor is cluttered with douchebagsss (oh snap, burn, sizzle!)!
traffic circle I have yet to navigate one without getting hopelessly lost.
twitter trend ALL OF THE THINGS
obsession novelty, boutiquey Mexican restaurants. The burrito should not be a high class, privileged affair.
bus G2. If the gaps between buses were any longer, it would stop running.
politician John Boehner would filibuster a poker game if he weren’t winning.