Damn and blast! I wrote what I will tell you was a fabulous 'blog' entry but as I was finished the internet I was 'borrowing' from some neighbor cut out and left me high and damp. That was last night, now I am in a coffee shop with my long time friend Boo. She has a laptop so I am not being rude. . . I know you were concerned.
So the other night I had one of those o-so-annoying encounters with an aquantiance that I hadn't seen in a while, it went thusly:
"Oh my gosh, I haven't . . like. . seen you since our trip!"
"I know." in my head: you lived here, not like you couldnt have, or called but you didnt and I didn't so its not suprising.
" Wow!"
"yeah"
Later:
"So you should come out and visit us"
"In bozeman?, why?"
"Because you missed us"
"Umm. . But why would I go to bozeman?" My head happens to be full of snot, so I apparently think slowly and am rude.
" Why wouldn't you?"
In my head: Why would I? We haven't spoken since june, why would i Drive to bozeman?
"Admit it you missed us."
Etc. . .
I hate those. . . you know both of you dont really mean it or think you do then but wont make any effort, its just icky.
Wow, do I ever have to use the restroom (coffee does that I hear). So I'll say adeiu for now my invisible friends!
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Oh, wow, Boo. I had no idea you still talked to her. Blast from the past, man; blast from the past.
Anyway, when we spoke on the phone there was a build-up of information and I was overwhelmed so I forgot to tell you about Cortdio Ricky. Cortdio Ricky is a 21 year-old black dude who works at Regal and somehow I struck his fancy. I'm thinking it was mostly due to my ass, also popularly known as a "ghetto booty." Anyway, he asked me for my phone number and called me the other day. I shouldn't have given it to him as I have no intention of hanging out with him; oh, God was that one of the most awkward conversations I've ever had. And, as you fully know, I have had a lot of them.
To sum: I completely understand.
Well I dont really, I ran into her At FIRST NIGHT and we sort of rekindled an off again on again relationship. . .so to speak. Oh those conversations. . .make one feel itchy. .
WAIT. WHAT? Andrea, YOU DIDN'T TELL ME THIS! We had lunch just the other day and you didn't tell me you were asked out (yet again) by someone at regal that you have no interest in...
And to You, my dear Stulta... I am writing you a letter and it's taking a long time...because I am making it really long (not really...but I had to have a reason why it's taking forever).
XOXO
You just cant get away from your admirerers, either of you.
I wish my admirers weren't so CREEPY. He's so... God, you just have to hear the story.
All I'm going to say.
You must pick up the telephone my love. . . (call if you need more intructions (hahahah)) thats like needing to use the internet to sign up for the internet (true thing!!) Where is my package. . .oh wait insert imature groin joke here. . .
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