Everything happens
Weird things keep happening.
1) I had to phone-interview with a guy overseeing an internship, and he sounded exactly like Moist. "Moist! My evil...moisture buddy," from Dr. Horrible.
2) I've cleaned out the apartment since I'm flying out Sunday, and my landlady came down to look over it and see if everything was in order. We got to talking about my future plans (Everyone just loves that friggin' subject). So then she decided we should pray about it together. While holding hands. I like how she assumed I espouse the same beliefs she does. Of course, I said "amen" and gave her my best job interview smile, so she'd feel like she'd done her task ok. Yes, she was just being nice, but afterward it made me shudder a bit. Lol I'm going to hell.
3) Some middle-aged guy on the subway randomly started talking to me about my mini grocery cart thing, to ask where I got it. Then he felt the need to tell me that he'd been on several "docent tours" of DC museums this weekend. That sounds important...so why was he disembarking at my slummy station?
(Oh, and I heard on the radio that, apparently, a small octopus in a Californian aquarium released a water valve on its tank, flooding several employees' offices. Gwatz).
1) I had to phone-interview with a guy overseeing an internship, and he sounded exactly like Moist. "Moist! My evil...moisture buddy," from Dr. Horrible.
2) I've cleaned out the apartment since I'm flying out Sunday, and my landlady came down to look over it and see if everything was in order. We got to talking about my future plans (Everyone just loves that friggin' subject). So then she decided we should pray about it together. While holding hands. I like how she assumed I espouse the same beliefs she does. Of course, I said "amen" and gave her my best job interview smile, so she'd feel like she'd done her task ok. Yes, she was just being nice, but afterward it made me shudder a bit. Lol I'm going to hell.
3) Some middle-aged guy on the subway randomly started talking to me about my mini grocery cart thing, to ask where I got it. Then he felt the need to tell me that he'd been on several "docent tours" of DC museums this weekend. That sounds important...so why was he disembarking at my slummy station?
(Oh, and I heard on the radio that, apparently, a small octopus in a Californian aquarium released a water valve on its tank, flooding several employees' offices. Gwatz).