So...
Don't you hate it when people that you only semi-knew like 5 years ago contact you now, like you knew them in a past life and your were their spouse?
I kind of hate that too.
I mean, I remember you in the hallways of my high school, but, sorry, that's it.
On another note, today I exaggerated the occupation of someone I interviewed so that I could meet the assignment requirements (we had a week to interview someone in our field). I mean, technically this person is a writer, just not mainly. And technically, a week that consists of the days between Wednesday and Wednesday, with labor day week-end falling in the middle, is not a week. I don't feel that bad about it though, considering the focus of the assignment was more centered around my personal interview and listening skills, rather than whether or not I can persuade someone into believing that they're in occupational denial.
Yep.
Plus. I have too fields.
Yep. TOO. (not two...I'm disobeying natural order and walking on the wild side and ish).
I need a wild night.
I didn't completely understand the creation or execution of that pun (too vs. 2), but I decided that here would be a good place to store it until blooming time. Then maybe water it a bit more and see if it becomes a little more witty and less obscure.
For the want of wit, that I want, that I wittedly obscure....
This post has been about absolutely nothing. This is what happens when you attempt to meditate, but you're one of those people who always has a thousand thoughts: instead of successfully clearing your mind, you just have acute expressive insanity for about half an hour, and then you're sleepy.
On another note:
I could really go for an episode of "Daria." I feel devoid of emotion and have heightened sarcastic retaliation defenses right now.
You know how people in the northern Mid-west and East coast have that "urban" departure phrase, "One."
Well....TOO. (Not two.)
Word.
