Cryptic Yet Generic Short-Takes Rather Than Actual Content:
My High Aspirations
An (un-ironic) excerpt from a recent conversation...
"It's not even that I want to be one of those people who are so rich they have more money than they know what to do with. I just want to feel free to, like, buy what I want at, like, Target."
Leona's
I got a job as a waitress at Leona's, that Italian restaurant next to the Co-Op Express. So did Burcu, because she's a biter and follows me everywhere. So far, I have only puked and then passed out in an alley in front of my boss ONCE!*
*Note: the above incident was unrelated to alcohol poisoning
Surprisingly Good Songs (or: SHUTUP I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK LALALALALALA):
Speaking of Prince...
Kirsten: So, [mutual friend] has this really cool job working at a museum, looking through old prints worth about $50,000.
Danielle: Wow, that's awesome! I love Prince!
Question Cloaked in Flippant Language to Disguise My Actual Concern and Inner Conflict
So, say you were walking to Osco to buy some Revlon Super Lustrous Lipgloss for 40% off, and you notice an old man holding a paper bag with a (presumably empty) bottle of alcohol and puking in Nichols Park. Would you stop to help him? How would you help him? Ask him if he's okay? That would obviously be a stupid question. Buy him some food? Probably not the best course of action, considering the circumstances. Give him money? Hmm...a monetary reward for puking, which will ultimately result in more puking? Keep walking and feel like a jerk but forget all about it as soon as you walk into Osco and spot the makeup aisle?
On further retrospective examination, I think it may have been the homeless guy who sits in front of Hyde Park Produce and says, "Don't forget about me, honey," when I walk past. Damn. Damn, damn, damn.
That's enough of the old schtick for awhile...
My High Aspirations
An (un-ironic) excerpt from a recent conversation...
"It's not even that I want to be one of those people who are so rich they have more money than they know what to do with. I just want to feel free to, like, buy what I want at, like, Target."
Leona's
I got a job as a waitress at Leona's, that Italian restaurant next to the Co-Op Express. So did Burcu, because she's a biter and follows me everywhere. So far, I have only puked and then passed out in an alley in front of my boss ONCE!*
*Note: the above incident was unrelated to alcohol poisoning
Surprisingly Good Songs (or: SHUTUP I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU THINK LALALALALALA):
- "Solsbury Hill," Peter Gabriel
- "Not in Love," Enrique Iglesias
- "It's My Life," Talk Talk
- "Give a Little Bit," Supertramp
- "Damn, I Wish I Was Your Lover," Sophie B. Hawkins (okay, like this one's a big shock to anyone who knows me IRL)
- "Darlin' Nikki," Prince
Speaking of Prince...
Kirsten: So, [mutual friend] has this really cool job working at a museum, looking through old prints worth about $50,000.
Danielle: Wow, that's awesome! I love Prince!
Question Cloaked in Flippant Language to Disguise My Actual Concern and Inner Conflict
So, say you were walking to Osco to buy some Revlon Super Lustrous Lipgloss for 40% off, and you notice an old man holding a paper bag with a (presumably empty) bottle of alcohol and puking in Nichols Park. Would you stop to help him? How would you help him? Ask him if he's okay? That would obviously be a stupid question. Buy him some food? Probably not the best course of action, considering the circumstances. Give him money? Hmm...a monetary reward for puking, which will ultimately result in more puking? Keep walking and feel like a jerk but forget all about it as soon as you walk into Osco and spot the makeup aisle?
On further retrospective examination, I think it may have been the homeless guy who sits in front of Hyde Park Produce and says, "Don't forget about me, honey," when I walk past. Damn. Damn, damn, damn.
That's enough of the old schtick for awhile...
