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I'm Contagious
Aug. 18th, 2009 11:35 pmWell, this afternoon, on our break from work, B and I fried an egg in the parking lot. You know, on the pavement.
Also, he told me that the other day he told someone that I went sky diving and my parachute didn't work. As in, someone asked him what was wrong with me and that was his answer.
Uh huh. He once asked me why I feel the need to say stupid shit like that to people, and that sometimes they actually believe me and isn't that kind of mean, but I guess this is evidence that he is starting to come around to my way of thinking :P
It was a waste of an egg. Should have fried the egg on the hood of the car (cleaned it first) cause it would have made a nice fried-egg sandwich. Dunno what got into me, I hate wasting food.
I had an epiphany while I was folding up menus tonight - I always wanted to move to a big city because it would be so much more diverse than a small town, and I'd be able to find more people like me. I mean, whatever "people like me" means, people that like sci-fi, girls who like girls, people who play guitar, I dunno, any of that... it just now occurred to me just how ironic that thought process really is. Cause here... there aren't that many people here (that live here. There are lots of tourists and summer people) and so to hope to find "someone like me" is pretty much impossible, and so if I want to be social at all, well, I find myself doing things that "aren't me" like drinking $25 shots of tequila and playing blackjack in casinos and stuff. In other words... branching out, you know, trying new things.
My neighbors had a fence built around their property. It smells really good, like fresh cut new wood. I love it. My boyfriend is fond of the smell too. I just know they're watching us from their window, being all "there go those two creepers again, always smellin' our fence..."
I'm in a strange mood tonight, what can I say?
Also, he told me that the other day he told someone that I went sky diving and my parachute didn't work. As in, someone asked him what was wrong with me and that was his answer.
Uh huh. He once asked me why I feel the need to say stupid shit like that to people, and that sometimes they actually believe me and isn't that kind of mean, but I guess this is evidence that he is starting to come around to my way of thinking :P
It was a waste of an egg. Should have fried the egg on the hood of the car (cleaned it first) cause it would have made a nice fried-egg sandwich. Dunno what got into me, I hate wasting food.
I had an epiphany while I was folding up menus tonight - I always wanted to move to a big city because it would be so much more diverse than a small town, and I'd be able to find more people like me. I mean, whatever "people like me" means, people that like sci-fi, girls who like girls, people who play guitar, I dunno, any of that... it just now occurred to me just how ironic that thought process really is. Cause here... there aren't that many people here (that live here. There are lots of tourists and summer people) and so to hope to find "someone like me" is pretty much impossible, and so if I want to be social at all, well, I find myself doing things that "aren't me" like drinking $25 shots of tequila and playing blackjack in casinos and stuff. In other words... branching out, you know, trying new things.
My neighbors had a fence built around their property. It smells really good, like fresh cut new wood. I love it. My boyfriend is fond of the smell too. I just know they're watching us from their window, being all "there go those two creepers again, always smellin' our fence..."
I'm in a strange mood tonight, what can I say?
