Je me fous du passé!

A couple days back, an LJ Friend asked, "Do you regret any of the things you've done for love?" At the time, I was half-asleep and couldn't quite remember, so I gave a pretty wishy-washy answer. Today, I'd like to exercise my constitutional right to do-overs and reply boldly (if predictably) and in song:

Yesterday's provocation

Suspicious package found near Lake Shore campus actually a typewriter

I know they're not exactly everyday objects anymore, but, really, what the shit? My twenty-minute shuttle ride took me a solid hour last night. (I know, those of you stuck on the Ike are saying, "Cry me a reservoir".) This was three hours after they'd made the decision to shut down Broadway south of Devon.

Scooter and I decided it was the work of that freakish Burger King mascot. Not only is he sneaking into your bedroom for surprise buttsex but now he's prank-bombing McDonald's. Forget Bin Laden--here's the real terrorist menace. After all, you know that nutbar is living in a spider hole in Afghanistan, whereas BK is roaming loose on our streets.