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So my body is fully out of whack. Don't know what's going on. Stomach sensitivity, headache, achy eyes, freaky little bug bites that aren't really bug bites, and a nonexistent period. I don't know if any of these symptoms are even related to each other, but if they're about to kill me, know that I love you. Most of you anyway. Not you so much. But the rest of you...yeah.
I have a lot of reading to do. And a paper to write. I'd love to go and sit in the park while I read, but last time I did that, I got attacked by pigeons. Actually, it was just one pigeon. It had scary little yellow eyes. It sat at my feet and stared at me, occasionally flying up and perching on my shoe. I'd shake it off, but it would just fly back a few minutes later and hang out on my shoe, staring at me. Other times it would fly up right next to my face and hover there for a few moments before I shoo-ed it away out of terror that it might peck out my eyes. Another time I think it tried to build a nest in my hair. There were tons of other people in the park. None of them were subject to this harassment. Just me. Why me? Why can't the feathered creatures of the earth leave me alone? Everyone in the park was probably wondering if I'd rolled in birdseed before I came to the park. And no, i didn't.
If you're looking for a fun hookah bar, I recommend Cozy Cafe on 1st & 1st. Great atmosphere, relatively cheap hookah, and they don't frown upon you if you just sit and watch everybody else smoke while you yourself refrain. And if you're looking for a pet rat that's about the size of my head (not including hair), just head right outside of that little Cozy Cafe at about 2 AM, and you'll find about two dozen of them running around mere feet away, just waiting for you to pick them up and give them a cuddle.
I have to go to work today. I might fall over at the host stand. Someone please catch me.
Quotes of the day:
(phone call, responding to a text message reading: "Hey todd & i are near ur apt, call if u want 2 meet up")
Ryan: Hey, so what are you doing by my apartment?
Me: Stalking you.
Ryan: OK, well I had family in from out of town, so that's why I didn't return your call earlier.
Me: ...Ryan...i wasn't really stalking you...
Ryan: Yeah ok whatever, so anyway....
"Ewe's not fat, ewe's fluffy!"- The shirt I helped Todd pick out
"Oh sorry. I forgot to take my ritalin and so I was having hallucinations about my Italian father wearing his traditional Italian clothes and my brother talking about suicide" (text message from Paul to Todd)
I have a lot of reading to do. And a paper to write. I'd love to go and sit in the park while I read, but last time I did that, I got attacked by pigeons. Actually, it was just one pigeon. It had scary little yellow eyes. It sat at my feet and stared at me, occasionally flying up and perching on my shoe. I'd shake it off, but it would just fly back a few minutes later and hang out on my shoe, staring at me. Other times it would fly up right next to my face and hover there for a few moments before I shoo-ed it away out of terror that it might peck out my eyes. Another time I think it tried to build a nest in my hair. There were tons of other people in the park. None of them were subject to this harassment. Just me. Why me? Why can't the feathered creatures of the earth leave me alone? Everyone in the park was probably wondering if I'd rolled in birdseed before I came to the park. And no, i didn't.
If you're looking for a fun hookah bar, I recommend Cozy Cafe on 1st & 1st. Great atmosphere, relatively cheap hookah, and they don't frown upon you if you just sit and watch everybody else smoke while you yourself refrain. And if you're looking for a pet rat that's about the size of my head (not including hair), just head right outside of that little Cozy Cafe at about 2 AM, and you'll find about two dozen of them running around mere feet away, just waiting for you to pick them up and give them a cuddle.
I have to go to work today. I might fall over at the host stand. Someone please catch me.
Quotes of the day:
(phone call, responding to a text message reading: "Hey todd & i are near ur apt, call if u want 2 meet up")
Ryan: Hey, so what are you doing by my apartment?
Me: Stalking you.
Ryan: OK, well I had family in from out of town, so that's why I didn't return your call earlier.
Me: ...Ryan...i wasn't really stalking you...
Ryan: Yeah ok whatever, so anyway....
"Ewe's not fat, ewe's fluffy!"- The shirt I helped Todd pick out
"Oh sorry. I forgot to take my ritalin and so I was having hallucinations about my Italian father wearing his traditional Italian clothes and my brother talking about suicide" (text message from Paul to Todd)