BIG LOVE TO READINREVERSE! PLEASURE SEEING YOU!
tax week.
i mismeasured my munchies. i saw kristen and ally and wanted to join them for lunch, and they were meeting 1/2 hour before i was supposed to eat lunch with james (oh! my hollywood life!).
so, i ordered a lil piece of spinach pie so i could physically chew, thus bond with my first lunch date.
then a companion was really into it, so i'm like... no no no, you enjoy it! and i ate a banana and let them consume 70% (it was no charitable deed, i was saving room for REAL lunch with james).
so, james come along, and he had already put my "lets be healthy" speech into action, purchasing a fruit salad for his lunch. so, i didn't eat anything (not the big, 2 part lunch i had anticipated). and i was hungry, and even though i really meant to be healthy, eat grains and beans and fruit and salads all the time nearly without exception, i got this cupcake thing that had peanut butter creme from a stand (boo).
so, i'm eating it in the comp. lab (it was chosen for its portability), except i've already smeared it all over the bag, and consumption of this cupcake involves lots of picking and licking of fingers, etc.
and i'm feeling so self conscious because i tried to accidentally grab the water bottle from the guy next to me because i mistook it for mine, and he GRABBED it back, and i knew in my heart he was saying to himself "dirty fucker! your licking your fingers and then touching the keyboard again. what if you make somebody sick? you're bound to get sick yourself. you sick mother."
and then, i was so ashamed, i put the cupcake away.
and i ask myself, why didn't i care about that stuff before i convinced myself that somebody else thought it?
hey* bonus:
i remember one day a few weeks ago, me and james were coming down opposite sides of the street. he was homeward, i was going somewhere. and neither of us has a matching pair of gloves, only this collection of mismatched ones from pairs past. so, when we say hello, we come to realize that both of our left gloves matched the other respective glove better than the pairs we had chosen for ourselves. so we wordlessly exchanged in the middle of the street.
awwww. i file moments like those in the mental folder labeled: THE SUPERNATURAL SIDE OF LOVE.
i mismeasured my munchies. i saw kristen and ally and wanted to join them for lunch, and they were meeting 1/2 hour before i was supposed to eat lunch with james (oh! my hollywood life!).
so, i ordered a lil piece of spinach pie so i could physically chew, thus bond with my first lunch date.
then a companion was really into it, so i'm like... no no no, you enjoy it! and i ate a banana and let them consume 70% (it was no charitable deed, i was saving room for REAL lunch with james).
so, james come along, and he had already put my "lets be healthy" speech into action, purchasing a fruit salad for his lunch. so, i didn't eat anything (not the big, 2 part lunch i had anticipated). and i was hungry, and even though i really meant to be healthy, eat grains and beans and fruit and salads all the time nearly without exception, i got this cupcake thing that had peanut butter creme from a stand (boo).
so, i'm eating it in the comp. lab (it was chosen for its portability), except i've already smeared it all over the bag, and consumption of this cupcake involves lots of picking and licking of fingers, etc.
and i'm feeling so self conscious because i tried to accidentally grab the water bottle from the guy next to me because i mistook it for mine, and he GRABBED it back, and i knew in my heart he was saying to himself "dirty fucker! your licking your fingers and then touching the keyboard again. what if you make somebody sick? you're bound to get sick yourself. you sick mother."
and then, i was so ashamed, i put the cupcake away.
and i ask myself, why didn't i care about that stuff before i convinced myself that somebody else thought it?
hey* bonus:
i remember one day a few weeks ago, me and james were coming down opposite sides of the street. he was homeward, i was going somewhere. and neither of us has a matching pair of gloves, only this collection of mismatched ones from pairs past. so, when we say hello, we come to realize that both of our left gloves matched the other respective glove better than the pairs we had chosen for ourselves. so we wordlessly exchanged in the middle of the street.
awwww. i file moments like those in the mental folder labeled: THE SUPERNATURAL SIDE OF LOVE.