I'm here to say that I like Billy Joel.

Apart from that I'd liked to tell you all a story. Yes. Rachel story time. Don't worry, you haven't heard this one before. (Maybe you have.)

When Chels and I hit London up a few years ago I packed too much shit. And, in the course of the trip I had planned on buying more shit, you know, like shoes, so we thought it best if I bought a side satchel bag to store some of my un-needed needed belongings. We found ourselves in a store with about every bag ever in the world and I proceeded to spend about ten years looking for a bag in the hopes I would find something awesome and be able to use it in the future. I found a bag, but it really didn't fit any of the above qualifications. When I whipped out my visa debt card to pay for my purchase the sales man looked at my picture which just happend to be on my bank card thanks to the one and only, the greatest bank in America, The Bank of America. So, back to the card, he looks at the card, looks at me, and says, not in a jesting way at all, were you in pain when that picture was taken? I, being the light hearted fun loving person I am laughed a bit, said, no, of course not with a slight laugh and left the store feeling like that was probably the rudest man in the world.

I still remember my entire trip around Europe and it was one of the best times in my life. I probably tell that story to more people then any other story ever. And you know what? I don't know why. Maybe subconsciously I'm wondering if I really do look like I'm in pain in that picture. I certainly don't think I do. The card expires soon and right now there is a little more white in one of my eyes then there should be but I just attribute that to over usage. It makes me look a little scary though. But not in pain. 0 comments