there are days that I just feel kicked to the curb and back. Nothing terribly (directly) egregious, just enough minorish insults that they add up and, really, there’re too many of these days lately and they can go away *any* time they like.
now that all the english teachers out there are cringing: I want a baby polar bear! Kacy’s going to get one, too, since they’ll need play buddies.
“Thank you for calling AAA, this is Alex, how can I help you?”
“Hi Alex. I was wondering if you could send someone to jump my exboyfriend. He’s parked outside of my building right now and I’d *really* like to get to sleep tonight.”
“Oh. Um. Yes. Oh. That doesn’t sound good. I can get someone out there right away. You think it’s his battery?”
“Yessir. We got back from dinner and were in the midst of a not-so-pleasant conversation when the radio started flickering. He turned off the lights himself a few minutes later, they didn’t die or anything.”
“Have you tried to jump the car?”
“Yessir. My battery started sparking.”
“Sparks?”
“Yessir. The first between us in over 15 months.”
“Oooooh, I see. I mean, um, I’m sorry ma’am, is your car ok? I’ll get someone out there as soon as I can, I promise ma’am. Everyone’s ok, right? You have a safe place to wait? Well, besides the fact that I’m betting you want to kill him right now.”
“Yessir. We’re at my apartment building. Everyone’s fine, including my car*.”
“Ok. Someone will be there between 1:40, which is now, and 2:10. I’m really sorry ma’am, I asked them to get there as soon as they possibly could.”
“Thank you, Alex, I appreciate it.”
“You’re welcome. I, um, hope your night’s as good as possible.”
“Thanks, Alex, you, too.”
Wrecker driver arrives at 2:07. 2:12, I’m walking back into my building. The ex is driving away, still alive.
*tho it has a bit of melted rubber on it now
my brother, it would seem, has decreed that their pumpkin is ugly.
So ugly and covered in bumps, in fact, that it must be saved for posterity.
And carving is not conducive to posterity.
Therefore, he declared, the pumpkin may not be carved.
My father tried to call his bluff.
My father was at the grocery store last night, buying a second pumpkin.
is it wrong to stalk the local Starbucks, for, say, about a week, on the off-chance that you’ll run into the cute boy who talked to you this morning?
love being old enough to decide that, really, all I’m going to have for dinner is a giant slice of birthday cake.
I know things have been busy lately and you’ve probably lost track of time, so just a friendly reminder – IT’S OCTOBER. WHY DO YOU FEEL THE NEED TO MAKE IT RAIN?!
Seriously, that’s so what December thru March are for.
love, me
“I think in classic fashion of a new program, they’re finding themselves and putting it together and they’ve had some real bright spots,” (USC football coach Pete) Carroll said. “I expect they’re going to win some games and have some big games this year.
“I just hope it isn’t this week.”
Starting quarterback out because of seizures . . . replacement has thrown three college passes prior to the start of the game . . . SC’s ranked #2, Cardinal, not at all . . . game’s at SC . . . AND THE CARDINAL WIN, 24-23!
it’s 2AM. My suitcase – and a decent chunk of paint – just came down from the top of my closet. My airport ride arrives in 6 hours. My rear is planted on the sofa. My empty suitcase is by the door. Makes perfect sense, doesn’t it?
Except the suitcase isn’t really empty – my baseball glove’s in there, ’cause I’ve got an Astros game to catch on Sunday . . . .
“stopping off for just one on the way home” == “3 pints of guinness” + “1 karaoke song” + “tasty in-n-out.”
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