i finished my book last night on the T heading to job #2, er…maybe heading home from it. either way, my book is done. if y’all haven’t gotten a chance yet, read Random Family, yo. it’s nonfiction, but totally reads like fiction, which jacks with your mind when you think what these folks been through. i’ve never been so glad i grew up in a small town before. yeah, my family was poor and shit, but we wasn’t poor to that degree. i always had…i’m even more grateful for it now.
seriously.
of course, now i’m bookless, and must acquire a new one. i feel naked when i’m on the T without a book…it’s like, an extension of myself, and when i have nothing to read…i feel lost. so this morning before i left for work i grabbed my worn old copy of much ado about nothing and brought it with me. i could read that over and over and over and over again…
Enter Don Pedro, Claudio, Benedick, Balthazar, and John the Bastard
::smirk::
i confesss…i’m immensely amused by that these days. john the bastard, indeed. what? i’m allowed to be bitter! i say so, i have ordained it. so there.
anyway, i’ve totally girled it up today. got a kicky new summer dress on, my purty new flower necklace, i actually took the time to put on makeup and such. and i’m going out for drinkies with my buddies tonight. oh, and did i mention that i made pie last night? strawberry rhubarb. and i made stroganoff, too. and drew a shitload of pictures.
estrogen brain rot retardism, as sean would say. sean also seems to think that this kind of advise is helpful:
Ok and the part that leads you to believe that he has no interest in you is what? His obvious revulsion of your very presence. The fact that he absolutely refuses to kiss or play around with you in a like manner. The fact that he actually uttered the words “I don’t want your skank ass” while referring to you. I am not understanding where you could decide this�
just cuz i’m afraid of you know…doin’ something about my crushthing. of course his advice on what i should do about my crushthing is also dubious:
“Wear a mask and he won’t know it’s you then you can be like “oh, some deranged masked chick snuck up on you and pounced your brains out� how strange�” He’ll be like “yeah, what is this city coming to, can’t even walked down the street without getting pounced on by hot masked chicks and being forced into goodsex”� And you could be like “yeah, that;s fucked up… you wanna get drunk and make out?” and he’ll be all “yes… yes I do.”
stupid boys.
