My roommate works at a hospital - a hospital! - and doesn't have to work today.
Part of this is Barnes and Noble being a cheap and evil company, part of this is totally racist. We get Columbus Day off, and Columbus was a white pillager who landed in Tahiti or something, not the America we know. Martin Luther King, Jr - nah, let's not observe his holiday.
Makes me mad.
Oh, and...whoever last washed our two small frying pans left one with egg still on it and left the other with dish detergent on it, so my eggs tasted like dish detergent, and that's VILE.
Family issues can be the source of a difficult situation for you today, for everyone else might not be as fussy as you. It's as if they won't get involved with the finely-tuned logic and precision planning that you prefer. Try to accept that emotional differences cannot necessarily be solved by dialogue. Feelings follow the heart and today so must you.
wait, like in MY family? you really think so?
in related horoscopes, some bear will shit in the woods.
from my friend rose, who is in amsterdam, i got the following comment on my open letter post:
I will beat you up if you don't talk to this boy. True story. And I'm coming home in a week so I can do it. Just be like, "Yo, the first time I seen you or whatever, I was like, 'Damn'..."
every morning you race onto my train at the last minute. we sit or stand within ten feet of each other, usually looking straight ahead, but often enough making eye contact and looking away abruptly. we both get out at mass ave, go up the back stairs, and head down gainsborough street until we reach st. botolph, at which point you take a right to st. botolph hall, and i take a left toward northeastern territory. the same thing happens every morning. and i'm not complaining.
well i'll say it: i like you, and i know i don't have any real reason why. remember that time you smiled at me as we stepped off the train, and i grimmaced? i'm sorry. really i am, but i was flustered. because i like you, and since i decided that, i haven't been able to smile at you or talk to you or anything, because what happens if i grimmace again? and anyway, it's been damn near impossible.
it's the angles, you see. the angles are all wrong. i'll stand next to where you're sitting, or vice versa. smiles exchanged at these angles are creepy. or that fat guy who stands in the open doorway blocks any possibility of nonverbal communication. for god's sake, i always have a seat free right next to me. sit down! so much easier!
on top of that, we move in parallel lines. always we are side by side. we step off the train in tandem, walk up opposite sides of the staircase, only getting mixed up when we reach the turnstiles. and no, i can't talk to you at the turnstiles, because it's just too late. if i'm going to talk to you at all, it has to be at the get-go. am i right, here? we go down the stairs on the other side, this time you on the right and i on the left, matching each other's down-going patter. i walk down the left side of the street, you on the right, and at one point we are on the same line, going in oppposite directions. someone should write a poem about that.
i'm not sure what to say, but this isn't working. and i'm too much of a neurotic perfectionist to be comfortable initiating conversation with you in anything short of faultless circumstances, so i'm afraid it's up to you.
my heart is still a-flutter from this morning, the other redhead in the car.
ALTERNATE VERSION: picture me standing on the orange line with a boombox over my head playing touch and go's hit single "would you...?":
Um I've noticed you around I find you very attractive I've noticed you around Um I find you very attractive I find you very attractive Um Would you go to bed with me?
I've noticed you around Um I find you very attractive Would you? Um
I've noticed you around I find you very attractive Would you? Um
Um Would you go to bed with me?
I've noticed you around I find you very attractive I've noticed you around Um...
i don't like it, either, but while flipping channels i noticed a squirrel version of "what's eating gilbert grape?" and almost died laughing. not only that, but they kept up the gag throughout the entire episode.
now my list of episodes of american dad that i actually like features two items. the "who's afraid of virginia woolf?" one was pretty awesome.
"You have a Midland accent" is just another way of saying "you don't have an accent." You probably are from the Midland (Pennsylvania, southern Ohio, southern Indiana, southern Illinois, and Missouri) but then for all we know you could be from Florida or Charleston or one of those big southern cities like Atlanta or Dallas. You have a good voice for TV and radio.
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silly/larfing some more
pissed at self.