turn that frown upside down, right?
Here is how my day started:
Dumping approximately 32 ounces of frothycoffee all over the floor of my car behind the drivers seat, don't even ask. Twenty minutes and a quarter roll of papertowels later I am ready (again) to leave for work. I went back into the apartment to wash up and MAKE ANOTHER FRELLING FROTHYCOFFEE, DAMMIT.
I am at a stop sign. I am signaling for a left turn. Traffic oncoming has right of way. A car coming from my right (having right of way) signals for a left turn. I HAVE to wait for him for two reasons: he has right of way, there is MORE traffic behind him NOT turning that has right of way. There is NO oncoming traffic from the left, so he has a clear path for his left turn. Another vehicle is behind him signaling a left. FUCKWIT HONKS HIS HORN AT ME. Whiskey Tango FUCKYOUDUMBASS. I point out the oncoming traffic behind him (but NOT flipping the bird that I really wanted to throw his way) and shrug, hands in the air. You know what I mean. He makes his left turn and the guy in the second car does the same shrug to me as if to say "dunno what fuckwit's deal is". At least I was not alone in my confusion.
Got to work (late, which I hate more than a lot of things I hate) and the day goes on fine. Until the afternoon when I look at my class schedule and discover that I did tonight's topic LAST WEEK. WHAT?! My unconscious dislike of concrete-sequentialism, obviously. Or maybe I should read my own freaking syllabus once in a while. Note for future reference: When demonstrating a Dream Journal technique, be sure the dream you are using as an example is not going to accidentally reveal your EVERY SECRET FEAR. Gah.
But the class went pretty well. We had a couple new folks which was cool. (though sadly the silver haired fox was missing. *is sad* I think he might have a potential thing with another classmate, and anyway, he doesn't get me all fluttery, I just like to look at him. Dood, he is a student after all, I have SOME standards!) And another student asked me out for coffee, which was also nice, but he doesn't get me fluttery either, and anyway (though he does not trip my gaydar) he makes purchases in the store that indicate he is more than likely not on a straight path of any sort. But I went to coffee and it was lovely. We talked about a lot of fun things. I think he is either getting around to asking me to take him on as a private student or help him facilitate a different psychic circle that he started but doesn't know what to do with. Or maybe he just wants to have coffee with a crazy chick, whatever. It was fun and I am in love with the little diner we went to, wee!
So while the day started out as bad omened as it could get, it turned out well. And SGR was kind enough to give a ride to my usual carpoolmate, so that was sweet. But I missed my weekly chat with her. *bummed*
So should I be bummed that only (probably)gay men are asking me out, grateful that ANYONE is asking me out or remembering that I am supposedly dating a guy long distance that I haven't heard from in, like what, two months? Fuckit. I am going to console myself with a REALLY old L&O episode where Logan looks young and hot instead of well seasoned and hot and one of the guest stars is Eric Bogosian looking... strangely very much like what he looks like now. He has a portrait in his attic or what?!
Dumping approximately 32 ounces of frothycoffee all over the floor of my car behind the drivers seat, don't even ask. Twenty minutes and a quarter roll of papertowels later I am ready (again) to leave for work. I went back into the apartment to wash up and MAKE ANOTHER FRELLING FROTHYCOFFEE, DAMMIT.
I am at a stop sign. I am signaling for a left turn. Traffic oncoming has right of way. A car coming from my right (having right of way) signals for a left turn. I HAVE to wait for him for two reasons: he has right of way, there is MORE traffic behind him NOT turning that has right of way. There is NO oncoming traffic from the left, so he has a clear path for his left turn. Another vehicle is behind him signaling a left. FUCKWIT HONKS HIS HORN AT ME. Whiskey Tango FUCKYOUDUMBASS. I point out the oncoming traffic behind him (but NOT flipping the bird that I really wanted to throw his way) and shrug, hands in the air. You know what I mean. He makes his left turn and the guy in the second car does the same shrug to me as if to say "dunno what fuckwit's deal is". At least I was not alone in my confusion.
Got to work (late, which I hate more than a lot of things I hate) and the day goes on fine. Until the afternoon when I look at my class schedule and discover that I did tonight's topic LAST WEEK. WHAT?! My unconscious dislike of concrete-sequentialism, obviously. Or maybe I should read my own freaking syllabus once in a while. Note for future reference: When demonstrating a Dream Journal technique, be sure the dream you are using as an example is not going to accidentally reveal your EVERY SECRET FEAR. Gah.
But the class went pretty well. We had a couple new folks which was cool. (though sadly the silver haired fox was missing. *is sad* I think he might have a potential thing with another classmate, and anyway, he doesn't get me all fluttery, I just like to look at him. Dood, he is a student after all, I have SOME standards!) And another student asked me out for coffee, which was also nice, but he doesn't get me fluttery either, and anyway (though he does not trip my gaydar) he makes purchases in the store that indicate he is more than likely not on a straight path of any sort. But I went to coffee and it was lovely. We talked about a lot of fun things. I think he is either getting around to asking me to take him on as a private student or help him facilitate a different psychic circle that he started but doesn't know what to do with. Or maybe he just wants to have coffee with a crazy chick, whatever. It was fun and I am in love with the little diner we went to, wee!
So while the day started out as bad omened as it could get, it turned out well. And SGR was kind enough to give a ride to my usual carpoolmate, so that was sweet. But I missed my weekly chat with her. *bummed*
So should I be bummed that only (probably)gay men are asking me out, grateful that ANYONE is asking me out or remembering that I am supposedly dating a guy long distance that I haven't heard from in, like what, two months? Fuckit. I am going to console myself with a REALLY old L&O episode where Logan looks young and hot instead of well seasoned and hot and one of the guest stars is Eric Bogosian looking... strangely very much like what he looks like now. He has a portrait in his attic or what?!