and my friday...
augh, your humble author seems to have missed the train. literally. got to the venerable penn station ONE FUCKING MINUTE late and the train is gone. so here i sit on the local that gets me in who the hell knows when. unfortunate, for it's time spent trying to angle me bod such that the guy next to me doesn't see my writings, though he's rather cute in that married straight guy sort of way..., oh well. it's a good reason why i'm late.
spent chatting with a friend online. i love my friends. people i know a lot, people i know a little, near [clomp clomp clomp clomp, or] far. (points, major, major points if you get that reference.) so while i had MORE than enough time to get to penn, it's just good to catch up with a friend. sad that marge has to pick me up later, but it's ok. she's cool like that.
and who are today's cast of characters on the railroad? well, we have 'i'madoctorlistentometakecalls!!'-guy. ' NO NO NO i saId no more than 25 ounces of food! do NOT give her more. it will only distort the CT scan tomorrow. do NOT give her more. what do you mean she wants more. i told her this, be firm. ... take her temperature, take her vitals. do you not have an aid? you should have an aid.'
and there is polite seat neighbor. good bloke, moved his bag when i made the 'are you PAYING for two seats?' gesture. has the unfortunate 'i'm trendy!' goatee from the late 90s. my age. wedding ring. now, this is an anomaly of the straights i haven't quite gotten to understand. they meet. they date. they marry. why? late 20s dear. there are over 60 or 70 years you'll live. why do you want to do it NOW with this wondertitschicquita you've met? is it that you're so hellbent on getting your 'i bought my first home!' tax return bonus? if so, that's cool, but otherwise, c'mon now, that's the same piece of ass for SIXTY years. SIXTY. 6 0. six zero.
and there is the nosey chick to my left. yes, dearie, i know you're reading this over my shoulder. i won't be too insulting, but i will say that the whole idea behind 'winter white' is that it's for people who can pull off wearing white in the winter. it's not an obligation, or, worse, an entitlement, but rather a get out of jail free card type of thing. like a, 'why the hell not? it's a hot ensemble and so am i!' kind of thing. not meant for people who don't have rain retaliation. not meant for people who don't know the napkin goes on the lap. not meant for people who don't know that one NEVER sits on the subway. ever. ever. why? THAT is why, smartness.
and in only a few minutes, i'll be with my warm, squishy, dumb-as-dirt, better-than-most-humans-i've-met, sheepdogs. as you know, time is ticking, so i'm spending more time with them than usual. funny, not sure when i went from silly, aloof, in-my-20s-and-loving-love guy to omg-my-dogs-will-die-soon-and-i-have-to-get-my-retirement-accounts-in-order guy, maybe when homer died reality hit me in the face harder and earlier than my friends, but here i am. and it's ok... never thought i'd sign a lease or travel at will, but while many other comingintoage guys would differ, adulthood is kinda ok. assets equal liabilities and owners equity, and what the hell, in the end, i'm the same guy.
spent chatting with a friend online. i love my friends. people i know a lot, people i know a little, near [clomp clomp clomp clomp, or] far. (points, major, major points if you get that reference.) so while i had MORE than enough time to get to penn, it's just good to catch up with a friend. sad that marge has to pick me up later, but it's ok. she's cool like that.
and who are today's cast of characters on the railroad? well, we have 'i'madoctorlistentometakecalls!!'-guy. ' NO NO NO i saId no more than 25 ounces of food! do NOT give her more. it will only distort the CT scan tomorrow. do NOT give her more. what do you mean she wants more. i told her this, be firm. ... take her temperature, take her vitals. do you not have an aid? you should have an aid.'
and there is polite seat neighbor. good bloke, moved his bag when i made the 'are you PAYING for two seats?' gesture. has the unfortunate 'i'm trendy!' goatee from the late 90s. my age. wedding ring. now, this is an anomaly of the straights i haven't quite gotten to understand. they meet. they date. they marry. why? late 20s dear. there are over 60 or 70 years you'll live. why do you want to do it NOW with this wondertitschicquita you've met? is it that you're so hellbent on getting your 'i bought my first home!' tax return bonus? if so, that's cool, but otherwise, c'mon now, that's the same piece of ass for SIXTY years. SIXTY. 6 0. six zero.
and there is the nosey chick to my left. yes, dearie, i know you're reading this over my shoulder. i won't be too insulting, but i will say that the whole idea behind 'winter white' is that it's for people who can pull off wearing white in the winter. it's not an obligation, or, worse, an entitlement, but rather a get out of jail free card type of thing. like a, 'why the hell not? it's a hot ensemble and so am i!' kind of thing. not meant for people who don't have rain retaliation. not meant for people who don't know the napkin goes on the lap. not meant for people who don't know that one NEVER sits on the subway. ever. ever. why? THAT is why, smartness.
and in only a few minutes, i'll be with my warm, squishy, dumb-as-dirt, better-than-most-humans-i've-met, sheepdogs. as you know, time is ticking, so i'm spending more time with them than usual. funny, not sure when i went from silly, aloof, in-my-20s-and-loving-love guy to omg-my-dogs-will-die-soon-and-i-have-to-get-my-retirement-accounts-in-order guy, maybe when homer died reality hit me in the face harder and earlier than my friends, but here i am. and it's ok... never thought i'd sign a lease or travel at will, but while many other comingintoage guys would differ, adulthood is kinda ok. assets equal liabilities and owners equity, and what the hell, in the end, i'm the same guy.
posted by tom at 10:58 PM
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