Feeds:later that night
"This stunning group has been touring all over the world; in Europe as well." -Janelle from work, 11/05/2008
In her defense, we say a lot of weird things into the phones; Patricia, who used to be directly behind me, said "G-Spot Tornado" every chance she got. I get to say "Musical Joke" every now and then, but I'm sure I'll get crazier things to say as I move up the food chain.
So less than an hour after exclaiming at length how happy employment and the sort of advertisements you find in gay bars makes me, I sunk into depression. I blame Maslow's Heirarchy. I was served up a nice little dose of what I'm calling the Middle School Special: a savory blend of rejection and lonliness with a dash of coming down off a caffeine high.
This lasted for a few hours as I moped through baking and consuming a frozen pizza, riding the CTA, wanding back and forth in the loop trying to find a certain store in the bitter cold, giving up, riding the CTA some more, and finally arriving at the Coynes' cheerfully painted and well-heated apartment, where a combination of bruschetta, your-mother jokes, earl grey, and four hours of conversation about death, slavery in modern times, religious politics, beating up flappers, and the sexual proclivities of various supernatural beings brushed my misery aside.
Wah wah wah, end of the line: The fact that I no longer have any dire problems has caused a resurgence in my preoccupation with lesser difficulties, but I'll almost certainly survive. But... "I want something else to get me through this semi-charmed kind of life."
That's right I went there what.
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