Snapshots Some snippets from the past few weeks, conversationally and otherwise. It's a weird, not quite PG-13, life I lead.
Me and Aimee, while watching a trailer for The Duchess.
"In theory, I should care about this movie."
"I know what you mean."
"But I really really don't. My very soul is bored by the concept of this movie."
"It's okay. Keira Knightley wears pretty dresses in lots of other movies."
"It's about the only thing she does."Sex advice from an infamous Mike: "You want to know how to give a good handjob? Here's how you give a good handjob. Use your mouth."
My Saturday morning yoga instructor, this tiny bendy bird of a lady, after demonstrating some insane maneuver where you squeeze your torso completely behind your legs: "It really feels good, once you get into it. It's just about enjoying your body. I get seizures, and I know that someday my body will stop. So I enjoy this while I can. You can do it, too."
A few minutes later, as we come into upward-facing dog: "If I have a seizure in class, don't call an ambulance. They can't do anything."Overheard -- two gentleman discussing the girl that one had taken to a party the night before:
"Did she have a good time?"
"Yeah! Everyone was looking at her."Waiting in line at Trader Joe's, half an hour before Super Bowl kick-off, the guy behind me starts chatting me up. Mid-thirties, thick accent, sweet in a sad way. First, we talk about the fine products of Charles Shaw. Then:
posted by Liz # 3:56 PM
"Was your mother a professional woman?"
"What do you mean?"
"Did she work, did she have a job?"
"Um. Yes, she did."
"I could tell."
"What, really? How?"
"Just your face. The way you carry yourself. The way you dress."
"Oh. Cool. Um. Thank you."
"Are you married?"
"I have a [imaginary] boyfriend."
"Oh. Are you getting married?"
"No, no. Not for a while."
"Well, if you need photos-" he hands me his card "-I take photos for weddings."
I look at his card. It's for his day job. He's a sales counselor for a mortuary.
And so it goes.
A girl I knew in high school plays soccer with Aimee and Lisa. Dillweed is blowing my mind with her shenanigans. Emily doesn't make cunnilingus jokes. And Rob Liefeld is fucking awful.
I may not know how my scary one-act ends. But I know what the theme is. It's the anti-Sartre.
Hope is other people.
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I don't know who this Mike kid is, but I like the way he thinks.
# posted byHollywood : February 12, 2008 9:29:00 PM PST
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