Looking at what's coming up in the days ahead, I hereby declare this Greyhound Week! By Greyhound, I mean the cocktail. Grapefruit juice and vodka are what I have at home, and I have a feeling I *will* be drinking it frequently.

As promised, here is a list of little things I'm not thankful for at the moment:

1. The It's a Small World ride at Disneyland. That thing loses its charm in two seconds and quickly becomes a cruise through hell, as you round bend after never-ending bend of colorful insanity to the most obnoxious song ever. I'm never going on that ride again. Em went to Disneyland with friends once and tried to talk them into going on It's a Small World with her. They very wisely refused, saying that if she wanted the experience they would sing to her while she sat in the bathtub at the hotel. Exactly.

2. Squeaky Danskos. I love my Danskos (now simply known as The Squeakers). They are so comfortable and go well with most outfits, but something happens to the soles that makes them super loud while on the move. People can hear my footsteps from two floors away. It drives me bonkers.

3. Reality TV and houseguests who wear out their welcome (this one is on your behalf, Em). So different yet the same, really. Neither one will just go away.

4. Arriving home after an hour and a half commuting adventure in the snow to find a dead rat at the front door. There are suspicious little kitty footsteps leading to and from the scene. My Kitty doesn't go out during the day, so one of the neighborhood cats must have left us a present. I tried questioning Kitty to find out who did it, but understandably she is reticent to rat on her friends (god, I'm funny). Decide I cannot live with corpse at door so, after a few minutes of trauma and self-coaching, scoop up stiff body with dustpan and lay our roof rat to rest in the backyard bushes. Sayonara, dead rat.

5. Crappy photos of yourself that you can't stand but other people claim are "good." They insist on displaying crappy pic in a public place like their webpage...or refrigerator.

6. Staring contests.

7. The second floor women's bathroom in the Harvard Exit. It's my favorite theater, but there is extremely creepy energy in that particular space. After experiencing a disturbing vibe in there a few times, I did some research and found there are rumors that it's haunted. I believe it.

8. My friend suggests that poker tournaments on sports stations is something he does not appreciate. I can see this. Since when is playing cards a sport? He also mentioned the new Rocky movie starring Sly as the ancient boxer making a comeback. Oh brother.

9. Stupid music videos. I believe in artistic freedom and blahbitty blah, and most of the time I respect that, but when a band chooses a boring old video showing them kicking around a soccer ball with friends or something, and that's it for the entire four minutes, I feel cheated.

10. Minivans. I'm bugged when people automatically assume that they need a minivan because they have a kid. In particular, I do not like minivan drivers who chug along 10 mph under the speed limit and then brake for green lights, causing you both to miss it. It's exceedingly annoying to discover, at the moment you're about to hop out of the car and march over to give them the one-two for bad driving, that their license plate reads PEACE4U. Hmph!

11. Greyhound Weeks.

That's it for now, my friends!