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11.05.2010
I went to an art festival tonight, which was delicious, and went home to discover that I was lonely and bored.

And what better thing to do when lonely and bored than to revive the mummified corpse of a blog that hasn't been used since 2008?

I haven't seen Jackie in a month, which is odd for two reasons:
  • she lives right down the street
  • I talk to her every single day
and not odd for one reason:
  • this happens all the time. We'll hang out every day for two months, not see each other for a month, and repeat the cycle.
"Come to the art festival," I texted Jackie.
"I got a job," she texted back, changing the subject.
"What the fuck?" I said, surprised. Jackie is notorious for being lazy.
"At Chili's," she said.
"What the FUCK?" I said, even more surprised. I mean, seriously. CHILI'S? A RESTAURANT? Jackie is also famously weak.
"I'm a hostess."
"Oh." This made sense. Menus aren't very heavy.
"LOL." This did not make sense. There was nothing humorous about this.
"Are you at work right now?"
"Nope. A party."
"Fuck you." Then I added an "LOL" so as not to seem like I actually meant "fuck you," even though I did.

I planned to watch V for Vendetta, because it's November 5, but I just bought Saw and so I want to watch that, because I haven't seen it since it came out. (Six years ago.)

Okay. Actually, what I REALLY want to do is make out with James. But he's nowhere around. And we're not together. And he doesn't even know I like him. Unless he's a mind reader, which I doubt.



2 Comments:

James? As in the James you'd forgotten about who we were talking about? Irony.

By Blogger L, at 3/31/2011 07:57:00 PM  

Different James.

By Blogger cady, at 3/31/2011 09:00:00 PM  

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