Seriously ... whatever
That's SO my attitude right now. Whatever, whatever, whatever. Just say it out loud: whatever. Total, immediate Zen. Whaaaaaaatevvvvvahhhhhh. That single word will represent the healthy, indifferent Swishy of 2007. WHATEVER!
So, anyway. I have a really funny story, but first I have to tell the person it's kinda about, then I can tell you. Instead I'll tell someone else's funny story. Ready?
OK. So I work with this guy who has two vintage cars that he loves more than life. He always comes and talks to me when he wants to be cheered up, which is what he did today. I'm like, "What? What's the matter?" and he goes, "You didn't hear?" And I'm like, "No! What?"
OK. Seriously. You'll die. This is why I should never take a day off work, because I TOTALLY missed it. He parked his classic Corvette in a reserved spot up close, because there weren't very many people at work and he didn't think it would be a big deal. Next thing you know, he gets a phone call from a guy in another department who'd been outside smoking. "You've got to get down here," the guy says. How come? Because some old man was in the parking lot, driving his car into the Corvette.
Yes, you totally read that right. SOME OLD MAN WAS DRIVING HIS CAR INTO THE CORVETTE. Apparently this man was irate because he's 67 years old and he's had that reserved spot for 24 years and HOW DARE someone else park in his spot! That's HIS SPOT! EVERYONE knows it! The spot he's had for 24 years! He has a deal with the building management! A deal he's had for 24 years!
So he decided to drive into the car, hit reverse, drive into it again, hit reverse, and drive into it again, to move it out of his spot. Leaving a note on the windshield? So passive-aggressive. The take-charge move of the new millenium? Ramming one's car into a parked vehicle.
Nobody was killed--although, apparently, it was a little touch-and-go there for a minute--but the police were called, and the angry man has to pay the repair estimate or they'll press charges. Meanwhile, Mr. Crazypants is running loose on the second floor of our building, so who KNOWS what kind of goodies lie ahead.
Other random bits:
* I am so over Grey's Anatomy right now. OK, not really, but I'm pissed off that there hasn't been a new episode in a month and the next new one's still two weeks away. But why I'm REALLY pissed is because I feel like they are SCREWING UP my Meredith and McDreamy! At first I thought it was just me, but I've been watching old episodes and going on Television Without Pity to fill the void and it's SO NOT just me! I'm going to write an entire post about this that you can ignore in a week or two. I'm totally worked up over it.
* VH1's showing I Love the '90s. I miss the '90s. Not the early, angsty, flannel-clad '90s, but the poppish, "I really, really, really wanna zig a zig ay" '90s. The TRL-in-its-heyday '90s, when Britney was a sweet-faced little teenager who had a crush on her old Mickey Mouse Club castmate and Christina Aguilera hadn't gotten dirrty yet and the Backstreet Boys were singing about never making me cry. Katie Holmes was just a girl on a brand-new show called Dawson's Creek. And Jerry Maguire--they just showed a clip of that. That was the last Tom Cruise movie I really loved. That was 10 years ago! TEN!
Wow ... I'm old. Oh, well. Whaaaaaatever.