Saturday, March 05, 2005
So Classic They Should Bronze It
Working second shift is like practice at getting old.
When I got my English major, I had to take some class that made me buy a book I never read. But in the book, the former owner had left a picture. It's a picture of a young couple, early 20s. The girl sits, smiling in her guy's lap. He sits there, unsmiling, holding his hands around her waist, looking into the camera. I don't know who they are, but I keep the picture up by my desk. I often look at them and wonder at the way they look at me, something sinister and naive all wrapped together in their relaxed intensity. There's no way it could be repeated.
Don't ever get Ritz Chips. The first few are a bit airy, but OK. Then as you keep eating, you realize there never was any taste. It was air the whole time.
Spite is one of my better qualities. I can spite people like no other. I take pride in spiting them. I can long-distance or long-term spite someone. I can look forward to it for months, and then when it happens, keep a straight face, just to let that person know -- just so they know. Right now I'm looking forward.
Orange Julius will forever be mall food. I don't know why. Wouldn't it taste good at the beach? During a movie? Out of the soda machine? Maybe we need Orange Julius machines.
Oh yeah -- that 13-year-old's site I spammed? She already erased it, otherwise I'd link to it. Damn. I was at least hoping for some sort of response. It really is a terrible site. There's not a single coherent sentence.
"Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine. He sparkles, shimmers, shines."
When I got my English major, I had to take some class that made me buy a book I never read. But in the book, the former owner had left a picture. It's a picture of a young couple, early 20s. The girl sits, smiling in her guy's lap. He sits there, unsmiling, holding his hands around her waist, looking into the camera. I don't know who they are, but I keep the picture up by my desk. I often look at them and wonder at the way they look at me, something sinister and naive all wrapped together in their relaxed intensity. There's no way it could be repeated.
Don't ever get Ritz Chips. The first few are a bit airy, but OK. Then as you keep eating, you realize there never was any taste. It was air the whole time.
Spite is one of my better qualities. I can spite people like no other. I take pride in spiting them. I can long-distance or long-term spite someone. I can look forward to it for months, and then when it happens, keep a straight face, just to let that person know -- just so they know. Right now I'm looking forward.
Orange Julius will forever be mall food. I don't know why. Wouldn't it taste good at the beach? During a movie? Out of the soda machine? Maybe we need Orange Julius machines.
Oh yeah -- that 13-year-old's site I spammed? She already erased it, otherwise I'd link to it. Damn. I was at least hoping for some sort of response. It really is a terrible site. There's not a single coherent sentence.
"Here's the man with teeth like God's shoeshine. He sparkles, shimmers, shines."
