fine. FINE.

I took a "personal day" from work today because fuck my employer, and I spent a good chunk of it sitting in a park devouring Catching Fire. No need to explain what Catching Fire is, if you have a brain stem and use the internet, you're aware. Anyway, as I sat there, the same girl ran by me three times. Impressive, considering the trail around Loose Park is pretty substantial. Two things about her struck me as decidedly odd.

First, her iPod was at such high volume that I could hear the beat of her music, which always makes me want to stop those people, pull the buds out, and scold them for subjecting their eardrums to COMPLETE AND TOTAL SLAUGHTER for no reason. I'm positive that in thirty years, the hearing aide industry is gonna boom because of these idiots.

The second oddity was that the song I heard all three times was the SAME SONG. You know it... the shitty over-played one by Rihanna. I should specify... the one that goes "we fell in love in a hopeless plaaaace", where the video features a young man who looks eerily like Chris Brown.

So basically, this girl either has this song on a playlist that just HAPPENED to land on that song every time she passed me--highly unlikely unless her speed was constant and perfectly aligned with her route (algebra is fun!)--OR she listened to that Rihanna song on repeat for the duration of her three-hour workout. I'm gonna go with the latter.

Or, OR, I'm the subject of my very own "Truman Show" and the producers god lazy and played the park sequence on repeat. That would explain the mind-numbing monotony of Corporate America that I experience daily.

Weekend roundup, in no particular order:

-The Hunger Games trilogy fucking OWNS. This is one pop cultural trend that I will not be a cynical fuck about, like I was about Twilight and Harry Potter.
-I got a ticket for turning left when the sign says "don't turn left from 4 to 6 pm." It was 4:15. I love Kansas City.
-Roommate and I have agreed to turn the air conditioner on at the first sign of discomfort, as we both get "moody" when we surpass a certain core body temperature. We're insufferable.
-Tim Tebow is excited about being a Jet. He's excited. Excited for this opportunity. Excited. Jet. Opportunity. Jesus. Opportunity.
-I always wonder what sort of conversation takes place among people who walk around with petitions. I think maybe they just get together and say "Okay guys, today we're going for people who are clearly reading a book or working intently on their laptops." This happened to me today in the park. Right in the middle of Katniss Everdeen's struggle against the Capitol, some bearded hipster fuckwit strolls up and asks me to sign a petition, COMPLETELY derailing my reading. He might as well have just ripped the book from my hands and drop-kicked it across the street. I didn't sign it.