Jul 22, 2005 08:04
This was Biggs's number 51>> I will always accept payment in breasts.
That is unspeakably the best thing I have hear in my mind all day today. I made people look at me as i was waiting in the metro station when the thought of this appeared in my head. My laugh caught me off guard and it was very loud. Well done Biggs. Well done.
So this is a "real" update for those who have been begging for it. I have two more weeks left in Washington DC. And because of that the days are going by a lot slower. It really sucks. But there are always fun times with the one other intern, crystal, and the rest of the lobbyists who are just funny as hell. The weirdest/most funny and awkward convo was when Michael fricken came over while i was talking to Crystal and mentioned how the idea of having post-its built into the magazine was better than wearing thongs. i was like "whaaa...?" and Crystal was like " the thought of you wearing a thong is quite scary"
He was like "Oh really? well the thought of you wearing a thong is quite nice." (He's 35. Crystal is 20...i think) She froze. I almost spat out the tea i was drinking. Michael laughed hysterically. I tried to hold it in...then i laughed. He was like "see justin likes it too!" i was like "Dont make me formulate pictures Michale...dammit!" It was just weird. Crystal couldnt say anything and she went back to asking about cameras. A few minutes later, amidst the asking about cameras she said she wanted a small one. She mentioned her mom likes the big ones so it wouldnt slide out her hand during the action. "during the action" was the key here. Michael had that split second where you see the quarter face view, an evil smile, and a sparkle in his eye. I was like (oh crap) and he was like "Oh does she now? He likes those BIG ones..?" (michael is either gay or bi...not sure. i know he isnt straight so this is incredibly funny) again i choked on tea. i mean sure that thought crossed the mind but it was long gone in half a second until michael brought it back to play. He was like this is an example of what Justins mom would call an "indiscreet conversation". There was more but that was the highlights. My boss Phil came out of his office and was like "Son of a Bitch!" (I cant see his office or him come out) He crosses my office area with his face deep in the paper. it was just weird....and he just went by right this second and his words (as he digs into a cup of jelly beans) "Shit no more blue ones.........dammit!" Lobbyists are extremely funny. Yeah so im finaly almost completely better from sickle cell. that was quite a hassle as i went to a shitty hospital and i was in DC without a car. So i had to make a few changes to the way i did things. (like walking to the hospital. and the leg was what was hurting) but all turned out well overall. I had druggs and stuff. i only had one drug left when my leg finally had a huge recovery overnight. *wipes sweat from head* that was close. Then after that i find out that i have sickle cell in my eyes which have brought my eyes down from perfect visiion to a bit below...(enough for glasses.) i dont really need to wear glasses now but soon the day shall come. SCHOOL NEEDS TO START! i had to get that out. aaaaand i think im at the end of this entry. apparently things are bathed in drama back home so i need to get back and calm shit down. and i go to california for two weeks after this job. ill be back august 16 and i will be shopping like crazy for the room in the apartment. Until later everyone. I will constantly check everything today since im a pinch away from finishing all the work i have here...wich would leave me absolutely nothing to do. hmmmm MUSIC!