is that cho ho: will you make me a mean bowl of matzah ball soup? and then a happy one?
i've already written this update once and livejournal was cruel and deleted it. i don't even like livejournal, this would be an example of why, but i feel now that i have something to prove. if i want to update i will update dagnammit my eyeball itches. hello internet.
this evening a boy named spencer played an acoustic set of numerous songs i used to put on mixtaps back in my mixtape mahem days circa 1997, songs about being only freshman and brown eyed girls and dead skin cells or something, whatevs. it was cold outside and i had brought with me this can of flat warm coke i've been nursing for going on twelve hours now. i should give up, every sip i take is sickeningly syruppy but at the same time i shelled out sixty cents and since quitting my job eighteen months ago, or six, whatever, sixty cents seems like a lot of money. i managed to only spend eighty cents on manilla envelopes today which was awesome. this girl named mandy who is my long lost sister by way of newfoundland because we both have pale skin and sharp pointy teeth and a license to kill helped me realize today that all my friends must be plotting to kill me because i am the "i'll pay you back tomorrow" guy from that pizza commercial only in girl form and pizza grosses me out sometimes. freshman year of high school we sat at a picnic table in the corner, the smallest of us smashed up against the window by the biggest ie this boy named ed who was seriously much too tall for freshman year of high school. and my much too tall friend siobhan who talks too loud and has an innate love for all things meatloaf and/or dragon ball z used to share a thing of french fries and a slushie with me every day and i must owe her forty dollars in green slushies. but actually she is the type of person who tips the cup back while you're drinking so all the juice slides into your face which isn't pleasant or funny. so really she probably owes me forty dollars in emotional and brain freeze damages. take that you cuntbucket.
this girl in the computer lab with me at 3:30, she gets up and starts leaving and she says, "are you almost finished, my darling?" what a weird thing to say to a complete stranger. it was terrific i give her an E for effort.