Still figuring it out...
So this single thing... It's not like it's HORRIBLE or anything like that. Just... uh... different. So I went downtown tonight because there is this like HUGE bar-b-que fair type festival thing for Labor Day. It took half an hour just to find a parking spot, on the the THIRD floor of the parking structure. I walked around the crafts fair, got a new ring, listened to a little music, watched all the little kids playing in the fountain and riding the rides, moved on because I don't have a cute little kid to play in the fountain and ride the rides, saw hot guy after hot guy already attached to good looking girls... then not good looking girls... then girls that barely looked like girls at all... I have to admit it was a little depressing. So now I'm home again, frozen meal for one cooking away. I'll probably try to get some work done for next week while watching reruns on lifetime or Oxygen or some other TV channel that was seemingly created for the sole purpose of single women. Where is Justin Long when you need him?
At least the phrase "going downtown" has been greatly improved (View from my parking garage level):
7 comments:
I love that photo. The blur gives me a real feel of the city, and it's a bit dreamy.
Right now I would trade you my crazy life for your described "singleness" for just a day or two...then I'd have to have my crew back. BTW, I loved that you truly appreciated my photos and post about the boys' reading habits today. :)
Anytime you want to trade for a few days, just let me know! One of my students had a very autistic day. I got paid to sit next to him and occasionally restrain him while he screamed his head off and tried to kick, throw, hit, or head butt anything or one near him. Then I went to the grocery store. Because that is what a "normal" afternoon consists of, right?! God I am glad I'm not a secretary or CPA, or anything else involving a tie and an office... call me crazy...
Maybe you should change your cell ringer to "Don't you wish your girlfriend was hot like me..." It could work... And I'm getting you a life-size stand-up of Justin Long for Christmas.
I agree with Meg. Or, you could just get a t-shirt that says that. Or a sign that you can wave around in people's faces. They'll appreciate your directness and honesty. Pinky swear.
I like your picture right there -- it's nice to be reminded what a real city looks like.
Don't joke about the Justin Long cut-out... I WILL hold you to it...
You're a sick pup!
Well look at that. I've posted more recently than you. Retards keepin' you busy?
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