If you always see relationships as only possessing utilitarian value and nothing more, I don't think you can ever have a meaningful relationship with anyone.
I might not always be what you want me to be, but my friendship is unconditional as long as you want it.
Showing posts with label I'm Not Going to Remember Why I Wrote This Later. Show all posts
Showing posts with label I'm Not Going to Remember Why I Wrote This Later. Show all posts
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Saturday, August 20, 2011
Best Blogger Ever
Ramen and yoga are the two best things to eat and think about when I'm drunk.
Every time I go to a club, I have to go to the bathroom. And every time I go to the bathroom, there is always a lady (either Hispanic or Black) who hands me paper towels after I clean my hands.
No matter how shitfaced I am, I always wonder, who is this lady giving me paper? Why is she here, sitting in a club bathroom on a Friday/Saturday night, dealing with drunk girls who are acting stupid, shouting at each other whether or not they should make out with that guy who danced with them (it's always fun to go to a girls' bathroom at a club and overhear all the conversations going on; 99% of them involve guys), who cannot handle their alcohol and who see this lady as nothing but a robotic paper dispenser? What's her story? Tonight the lady in the bathroom was reading a collection of American literature short stories, turned to a page written by Richard Wright, about the slavery period. She laughed in a somewhat embarrassed manner when I looked over her shoulder and asked her what she was reading. I read a few lines and it occurred to me that this lady might have been one of the smartest people in the club. If I ever return to academia one day, I am going to apply for funding so I can work on an anthropology project interviewing the experiences of ladies working in the bathroom at clubs and document their stories. They really need to be told. I'm sure they have some good anecdotes to share.
I am the ultimate blogger, so dedicated. Who else would do this under double shot of patron+ and at 3 in the morning?
Every time I go to a club, I have to go to the bathroom. And every time I go to the bathroom, there is always a lady (either Hispanic or Black) who hands me paper towels after I clean my hands.
No matter how shitfaced I am, I always wonder, who is this lady giving me paper? Why is she here, sitting in a club bathroom on a Friday/Saturday night, dealing with drunk girls who are acting stupid, shouting at each other whether or not they should make out with that guy who danced with them (it's always fun to go to a girls' bathroom at a club and overhear all the conversations going on; 99% of them involve guys), who cannot handle their alcohol and who see this lady as nothing but a robotic paper dispenser? What's her story? Tonight the lady in the bathroom was reading a collection of American literature short stories, turned to a page written by Richard Wright, about the slavery period. She laughed in a somewhat embarrassed manner when I looked over her shoulder and asked her what she was reading. I read a few lines and it occurred to me that this lady might have been one of the smartest people in the club. If I ever return to academia one day, I am going to apply for funding so I can work on an anthropology project interviewing the experiences of ladies working in the bathroom at clubs and document their stories. They really need to be told. I'm sure they have some good anecdotes to share.
I am the ultimate blogger, so dedicated. Who else would do this under double shot of patron+ and at 3 in the morning?
Wednesday, August 17, 2011
Bite My Tongue
You know you really want something when you get nervous thinking about it.
I want itttttttt. Come to me.
I want itttttttt. Come to me.
Friday, July 22, 2011
What Do I Doooooo
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
Well, I do know what I need to do, but I don't know how to do it. Must seek the help of a mage.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
I don't know what to do.
Well, I do know what I need to do, but I don't know how to do it. Must seek the help of a mage.
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