Dec 13, 2006 23:25
Gave blood yesterday. Ate cookies. Lots of cookies.
That's basically why I go.
Oh, and the whole helping people thing.
Today, drove with Phil up to Port Angeles, picked up a TV, and drove back home.
And my neck hurt all day long.
And I'm gonna be starting a cult in the next few days.
I already have applicant #1 lined up.
This evening, went to the store to pick up some painkillers, and my shoe was untied.
Walked by a guy, who noticed.
Guy: "Hey. Shoe's untied"
Me: "Thanks. Your shirt is gray."
Him (confused): "What?"
Me: "Well, if you can point out things that are kinda obvious, why can't I?"
Him (indignant): "Well, I was just trying to help out, because you might not have noticed it."
Me: "...Well, how do I know you aren't colorblind. Maybe you thought you were wearing a red shirt. Just letting you know it was gray."
Him (exasperated): "You're fuckin' weird, man."
Me: "Don't look down, pal"
He looked down.
That made me feel good.
I am SO cult leader material. I can bend the will of the masses.