i can't wait to retire.

when i do i can *finally* start my letter writing campaigns in earnest.

i have so many things to complain about. examples from the last twenty four hours or so include:

the cafe closest to my parent's house that charges $18 for a 'caesar salad', which doesn't even contain any cos lettuce and is mini-sized.

buses! don't even get me started on this one. i waited well over half an hour for a bus tonight. i listened to 12 songs on my ipod nano - you do the math. and there are three buses that go from outside my work to my house every fifteen minutes. in theory. to add insult to injury seven number 2 buses went past. SEVEN. and it was raining. when i finally got on a bus i took a photo on my cellphone to mark the occassion.

peter jackson for making epic blockbusters instead of music videos. i found out jessica has seen R Kelly. that's right, R Kelly... he who sees nothing wrong... with a little bump 'n' grind and has recently been trapped in the closet. The last celebrities i remember seeing* were the cast of lord of the rings c. 2002 (??) when we were at the same restaurant as them. while i'd love to see orlando again (reow) i could take or leave, but mostly leave, the others.

*just remembered i saw ivana trump once in harrods. and hung out with john kerry in boston. but i'd trade all of this for running into R Kelly. so peter jackson still has a lot to answer for.