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Tuesday is half-off sushi at my favorite place, complete with patio seating and soft summer breezes.
I'm making progress on this whole 'making friends' thing.
Tonight's cast includes my newest friend find, a nihilist flight attendant from California, and me, with my pant-leg still rolled up after my bike ride because I forgot...again.
Enter, stage left, our perfect little patio table with a tiki lamp freshly lit that's supposed to be keeping the bugs away but actually only seems to be encouraging them.
And me, sweaty from the ride and STILL with rolled-up pant leg (I always look like such a fool), I'm telling her all about the latest adult-life drama.
I lost my keys.
My credit card got scammed.
The boy down the hall from me introduces himself to me every time he sees me and I've lived there for 3 months now.
I hate this cubicle life that I'm leading. I spend 1/3 of my life staring at gray-carpeted walls and wondering just what the difference is between this and a jail cell.
I'm thinking maybe I need to give up all this silly computer stuff and just become some fashion designer, living out of a plane instead of a cube. At least the scenery would change.
If only I had an eye for such things.
The plus side is that this girl doesn't mind my constant lamenting, because she keeps inviting me out.
I'm making progress on this whole 'making friends' thing.
Tonight's cast includes my newest friend find, a nihilist flight attendant from California, and me, with my pant-leg still rolled up after my bike ride because I forgot...again.
Enter, stage left, our perfect little patio table with a tiki lamp freshly lit that's supposed to be keeping the bugs away but actually only seems to be encouraging them.
And me, sweaty from the ride and STILL with rolled-up pant leg (I always look like such a fool), I'm telling her all about the latest adult-life drama.
I lost my keys.
My credit card got scammed.
The boy down the hall from me introduces himself to me every time he sees me and I've lived there for 3 months now.
I hate this cubicle life that I'm leading. I spend 1/3 of my life staring at gray-carpeted walls and wondering just what the difference is between this and a jail cell.
I'm thinking maybe I need to give up all this silly computer stuff and just become some fashion designer, living out of a plane instead of a cube. At least the scenery would change.
If only I had an eye for such things.
The plus side is that this girl doesn't mind my constant lamenting, because she keeps inviting me out.