Willo O'Brien

I didn’t mention anything yesterday, but I did sit in some of the major traffic that affected many thousands of people who tried to drive through the mass of protesters yesterday. I ended up being able to drive around a lot of it, but the side streets were still totally gridlocked. So you’re sitting there in your car, next to all these other *humans* in their cars. seeing eachother & they see you. and kinda like around 9/11 – we all “know”. we all knew we were at war… and why the traffic all of a sudden came practically to a complete stop. not sure how much it accomplished realistically though. caused more frustration – when really the world has enough of that going on right now.

While Seated is a great site that has had an amazing photo documentary archive (see if you can find him, he revamped and I had to take the link down) of all the protests and events that have taken place around this war-time.

Poopy Lickles: Did you ever eat so many pickles that you didn’t want to stop, even though there weren’t any pickles left so you drank the pickle juice out of the jar?

Me: You’re talkin to one of the biggest pickle eaters this side of the rocky mountains. I LOVE PICKLES!!!! I’ll take any pickle on – anytime. However, I do have my absolute favorite: Claussen. They’re so crisp and delicious it’s making my mouth water just thinking of them. I will even buy jars to keep at work, just to crunch on some during the day!

I’d have to say I drink the juice less and less these days – mostly because I always have a fresh jar of pickles waiting when the other one runs out. Halves, Wholes, Slices, Spears… I change it up. And really, now that we’re getting personal here… I have a close second love for canned vinegary things of all types, like stuffed olives, peppercini’s (I eat these standing at the sink, one at a time until I’ve eaten about 8, then I put the jar back in the fridge. They’re THAT good.)

p.s. Trader Joe’s sells some of the most amazing peppercini’s I’ve ever had in my LIFE!

p.s.s. When I was younger I definitely drank the pickle juice. And here’s where I’ll also mention that I have a dear friend name Michelle who also has been known to not only eat all the pickles, but then down the juice! aawww yaaaa. We were meant to be friends.

We had a wonderful home cooked meal tonight for St. Patties Day… delicious corned-beef & cabbage! Andrew’s Mom was so generous to invite us over… she’s a sweetheart and it was nice to chill w/ some of our friends. We even played some dominos afterwards while we listened to Andrew (a.k.a DJDrew) spin some beats. He’s awesome!

I’ve come to these conclusions:

• I’m polite when I first meet people. Like, really polite. Friendly and cordial, of course… but sometimes to the point of being overly nice, even. So nice that later I’m like “Man, why were so nice to that person? You don’t even know them!” Sometimes I’m nervous and self concious, depending on who this person is. And this makes me not only overly nice, but I may also throw in some stupid nervous laughter or say things that just really aren’t that funny… and then end up feeling like, “whoa I’ve just blown that one, they probably think I’m total geek!”
• I take comfort in those who stick around… and see beyond the flighty overly hyper super nice girl that they meet that first time. And then when I really get to know someone… somehow I think I seem smarter and funnier…. and the best part is that the silly parts of me start to come out. Silly, playful, adventurous and ! And sure – you might see speckles of that… but I am too polite to really let it loose. That just takes getting to know me.