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I was watching Masters of Horror at Nate's house the other night and it got me thinking about consumption. It's a much cooler word than tuberculosis, why don't we use it anymore?
I think my great grandma may have died of consumption. Adam, do you remember hearing anything like that? Is it in my head? Death by consumption, though not as cool in a tragic hillbilly sort of way as DUI on a tractor, still has a certain ring to it, dontcha think?
For awhile I toyed with the idea of using the diction of the crazy janitor who was in love with Rhoda in The Bad Seed all the time. It took a lot of effort so I gave up but I bet he would've used the word consumption. No tuberculosis for him. No way Jose.
There was a point in there somewhere I'm sure. If you find it let me know.
I start my 9-5 life tomorrow. So bizarre. I'm a little freaked out about how quickly things have changed. I'm no longer a student, I don't work at the liquor store, I'm not in a creepy co-dependent relationship with my ex boyfriend from eight years ago (that's not me being snarky, he'd call it creepy too because indeed it was.) I'm completely smitten in an overly cautious way with a tall, dark haired boy (I find myself, and if you know me well at all you'll know that this completely freaks me out, just watching him do mundane tasks, like washing dishes or brushing his teeth or packing up paintings he sold on ebay and this ridiculous grin comes over my face and everything seems like it's exactly as it should be.) My natural inclination is to think it's doomed, DOOMED I TELL YOU!!! but I'm starting to think that maybe just maybe I'm being an idiot and this could actually work.
Maybe? Maybe. We'll see...
My last day at Dorn's was New Years Eve. I am gonna miss the sweet salty Cthulhu outta that place. It really was (was...not is. God that's sad.) the best job I ever had. Every single person in that place is amazing and brilliant and so beautiful it hurts to even think about it. I made some of the best friends of my entire life there. I got to make ridiculous signs out of construction paper (Turkey safe tuna nets FTW!!!) and drink on the job. Sigh...
Ok, I'm just trailing off here. Like most things, there is no ending. Not really.
Wow. To keep things from getting too deep around here, I'll end it with my favorite Helen Keller joke of all time:
Q: Why can't Helen Keller have kids?
A: She's dead.
Thank you and goodnight.
I think my great grandma may have died of consumption. Adam, do you remember hearing anything like that? Is it in my head? Death by consumption, though not as cool in a tragic hillbilly sort of way as DUI on a tractor, still has a certain ring to it, dontcha think?
For awhile I toyed with the idea of using the diction of the crazy janitor who was in love with Rhoda in The Bad Seed all the time. It took a lot of effort so I gave up but I bet he would've used the word consumption. No tuberculosis for him. No way Jose.
There was a point in there somewhere I'm sure. If you find it let me know.
I start my 9-5 life tomorrow. So bizarre. I'm a little freaked out about how quickly things have changed. I'm no longer a student, I don't work at the liquor store, I'm not in a creepy co-dependent relationship with my ex boyfriend from eight years ago (that's not me being snarky, he'd call it creepy too because indeed it was.) I'm completely smitten in an overly cautious way with a tall, dark haired boy (I find myself, and if you know me well at all you'll know that this completely freaks me out, just watching him do mundane tasks, like washing dishes or brushing his teeth or packing up paintings he sold on ebay and this ridiculous grin comes over my face and everything seems like it's exactly as it should be.) My natural inclination is to think it's doomed, DOOMED I TELL YOU!!! but I'm starting to think that maybe just maybe I'm being an idiot and this could actually work.
Maybe? Maybe. We'll see...
My last day at Dorn's was New Years Eve. I am gonna miss the sweet salty Cthulhu outta that place. It really was (was...not is. God that's sad.) the best job I ever had. Every single person in that place is amazing and brilliant and so beautiful it hurts to even think about it. I made some of the best friends of my entire life there. I got to make ridiculous signs out of construction paper (Turkey safe tuna nets FTW!!!) and drink on the job. Sigh...
Ok, I'm just trailing off here. Like most things, there is no ending. Not really.
Wow. To keep things from getting too deep around here, I'll end it with my favorite Helen Keller joke of all time:
Q: Why can't Helen Keller have kids?
A: She's dead.
Thank you and goodnight.