pseudo-roomie

ross has been staying with us for a few days. and he might be staying for a few more. no one's really sure yet. the dude has the best one-liners and, thus, i don't want him to ever leave.

b: "ross, what would you name your sail boat?"
r: "Plan B"

ross, speaking to my rabbit, while playing his yukele: "you really like the GED cord, don't you?"

this girl

happy birthday to my lady friend, my best friend. she makes a mean beef stew and a lot of baked goods, and these are some of the main reasons my boyfriend loves her just as much as i do. he also really likes her cat. i prefer her more for her ingenious ability to make me giggle, make me mixed cd's, make me jealous of her creativity, and make me wish my african dance moves (and all interpretive dance moves) were even somewhat good enough to compete with hers. i also love her for playing along with my really inappropriate concert-going games. and i love her for already getting annoyed with me for using this picture of her. and i love her for letting us squish her head into this childs helmut. she only cried once.

dear c.i.e. have the happiest birthday. and the happiest year yet. i am happiest that i get to be your friend and happiest that you were born. nicely done. i know it's your birthday and everything, but, if you could work on re-stocking the cupboards with chocolate and candies, that'd be super. love you. love your style.

tidbits

people from seattle really like to drink their coffee with straws. hot or cold - they'll use a straw and suck it down.
- this confuses me.

people from seattle are overly kind to drug addicts and homeless hecklers. maybe i notice this more because both of my jobs are oddly close to drug hot spots. and maybe i'm more sensitive to this because my time "on the clock" is spent on the phone with 911/non-emergency/detox van/etc. (please keep in mind that these duties were not - and are not - included in either job description.)
- my friend/co-worker adam put it quite nicely: "try to order a lot of complicated cocktails tonight. you don't know what it's like to be a bored bartender in this place. i just sit up here and think of different ways to kill bums."

people from seattle like to tell me how to correctly pronounce wisconsin. apparently, it should sound something like: "whi-scayn-syn".
- shut/up/please

can i take your order?

today, for (approximately) the third time in my life, my mind became very preoccupied with the fact that i might, just might, be a service-industry lifer. this thought process followed a quite positive, yet very ambiguous, conversation i had with the gm of zoe. i don't think it's necessary to go into the many emotions running behind this prospect beyond the fact that a) it frustrates me to no end that i've yet to come up with any idea that puts my 30+ year-loan-repayment-college-education to any significant use and b) going through life with absolutely no inclination towards any specific dream or goal makes me feel a little worthless at times. ok, ok....i've started the endlessly circular conversation...simply put, i have felt - for a long time - that the money and time i put into college was completely not worth it. and don't give me the bullshit "life experience" conversation: the $8,000 spent on three crappy weeks in london would have been better enjoyed and more educational if i'd targeted that money towards a self-directed summer in italy where i would actually learn and remember the damn language. AAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!

paying off student loans until 2025 a talented waitress it does not make. nor does it make an editor. a book agent. a zookeeper. a psychologist.

nor a good speller.

*this is horse shit*

bear with me on this one.