An Observation
Why is it that my armpit hair grows so much faster than my leg hair? That's not fair, as one is infinitely more gross than the other.
Corey took me to Half Price Books, so of course I walked away with two books. This time it's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, both by Douglas Adams, because why not? They were both only a dollar.
They also had The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper, but sadly I thought I already had it and didn't pick it up. Maybe if I keep my fingers crossed it'll still be there the next time I make it out there, whenever that'll be.
Last night I had this dream that involved Brad and Ian, Brad being that guy I totally dug in college, and Ian being this guy I work with at the daycare, who while not necessarily being a hipster does have some mild hipster potential.
Anyway, the only thing I remember is Ian and Brad having this heated exchange where Ian goes "yeah, of course you'd talk to a dishwasher like that," implying that Brad was being rude to Ian because he had the unfortunate job of dishwasher. I jumped to Brad's defense, saying "well if you knew anything about Brad, you'd know that he was a dishwasher for 7 or 8 years." [TruFax] Ian walks away, and Brad just looks at me and is like "how did you know that?" And I was like "well, I totally had a crush on you for a while, so I remembered you saying that," and he just gave me this look. Thanks, psyche, for making me look like one of those creepy, HP and the HBP-style Lavender Brown types.
I started looking around for jobs this weekend. It filled me with a sense of doom and gloom.
Corey took me to Half Price Books, so of course I walked away with two books. This time it's The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy and The Restaurant at the End of the Universe, both by Douglas Adams, because why not? They were both only a dollar.
They also had The Dark is Rising by Susan Cooper, but sadly I thought I already had it and didn't pick it up. Maybe if I keep my fingers crossed it'll still be there the next time I make it out there, whenever that'll be.
Last night I had this dream that involved Brad and Ian, Brad being that guy I totally dug in college, and Ian being this guy I work with at the daycare, who while not necessarily being a hipster does have some mild hipster potential.
Anyway, the only thing I remember is Ian and Brad having this heated exchange where Ian goes "yeah, of course you'd talk to a dishwasher like that," implying that Brad was being rude to Ian because he had the unfortunate job of dishwasher. I jumped to Brad's defense, saying "well if you knew anything about Brad, you'd know that he was a dishwasher for 7 or 8 years." [TruFax] Ian walks away, and Brad just looks at me and is like "how did you know that?" And I was like "well, I totally had a crush on you for a while, so I remembered you saying that," and he just gave me this look. Thanks, psyche, for making me look like one of those creepy, HP and the HBP-style Lavender Brown types.
I started looking around for jobs this weekend. It filled me with a sense of doom and gloom.