I pulled up to Hardee’s to order some food and instead the drive-thru kid – him seventeen, me twenty-one – asked me for my number. Um, no?
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Sweet fancy Moses was it awkward running into you in New York, my boyfriend in tow, my eyebrow freshly pierced, and you married, fresh from Bible college.
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via Dustbury:
This is probably the best blog post ever written, ever, by anyone.
I guess technically it’s NSFW, though there’s no offending imagery, just a really dirty, incredibly hilarious story that WILL make you pee your pants, so I can’t in good conscience advise reading it at work.
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Someone e-mailed to ask if I was still running, and if so, why the hell haven’t I posted my stats lately? Answer is yes, I’m still running, and I stopped posting my stats because my iPod sport kit suddenly stopped working last week. Personally I think it was a sign from God; my new shoes haven’t come yet and I’m still having enough pain when I run that it’s giving me pause. Last night I got 1.5 miles before I thought it prudent to stop.
When the new shoes arrive I’ll start posting running times again. Until then you have to hear me bitch about how when I swim in the mornings, I spend the rest of the day smelling like chlorine.
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The past two weeks I’ve been feeling very discouraged about my job. The fact is, I was pretty convinced I was going to get the Tourism job, and I had all but handed in my resignation at my current one. That kind of "see ya later" thinking came back to bite me in the ass these last two weeks, because when I realized I wouldn’t be leaving it made the tiny, little, day-to-day stresses of my work seem much bigger and more important than they actually were.
The only thing is that I’m incredibly grateful to have a job that pays as much as this one does, especially considering that I am in no way qualified to hold the position I currently do. Neither my education nor my work experience make me really the ideal candidate for my job; what makes me the ideal candidate is the fact that I was here, and then the person who hired me left, and they didn’t have anyone else to do it. So, I was hired by default, essentially. It’s fine because the people I work with are pretty nice, and I have a great boss and I spent YEARS working in retail, begging God for a job exactly like this, by which I mean, a job that wasn’t so soul-sucking that I had to get drunk every night just to keep myself from blowing my own brains out.
I know these things, and I don’t really feel bad about myself because of it; I recognize that this is an opportunity to make a nice sum of money and get some really valuable contacts and experience. So I stick with it, despite the fact that yesterday? WAS THE DAY FROM HELL.
I was feeling discouraged yesterday, and I posted a question to Twitter, asking: "is it possible to be incredibly sick of something for which you’re deeply grateful? Because that’s how I feel about my job."
No less than four people responded with really encouraging things to say, and out of those four people, I have only met one in person. Which is to say, Thank You, universe, and thank you, kind people who took time out of your day to encourage a stranger.
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My college advisor was a great Old Testament scholar and biblical archaeologist with a sunny disposition and bright blue eyes that never, ever blinked. Like, never ever.
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I desperately want to go to Eischen’s for some fried chicken this weekend. Who’s in? Beer, chicken, pickles, sawdust on the floor.
Bring change for the jukebox. I’m thinking Saturday, after the game.
Incidentally, I get more hits to this website for people looking for Eischen’s fried chicken than for ANYTHING ELSE. I think that’s pretty awesome, especially when someone in Pakistan is looking for it.
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You passed yourself off as an incredibly upstanding Christian woman, but you had some unbelievably mean things to say to people who disagreed with you about anything.
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Brian left this afternoon for San Francisco, where he’ll be spending the next few days on business. I briefly thought of jetting out to meet him this weekend, but decided I’d rather use my frequent flyer miles and money to go to the Piedmont Triad instead. Though when I think about him having his dinner tonight at Chow, I get choked with jealousy.
We decided to eat out last night, to have a date together before he left, and we went to Sushi Neko, a fab little sushi place in Crown Heights. It was a beautiful autumn night and we asked to be seated outside. The hostess walked us along a long row of empty tables before seating us at the very last one, where we promptly ordered cans of Sapporo and sat, waiting for our food.
I was feeling all down and sad, because here my boyfriend’s going away most of the week, when who should pull up in a little Prius than Wayne Coyne and his wife? Wayne was wearing green pants, and he looked at us for a second, like, "Why are they sitting all the way over there?" Then they went inside.
A little kerfluffle erupted, as the gays love to eat at Sushi Neko, but I’ve found that as a rule? The gays in Oklahoma City haven’t Clue #1 who the Flaming Lips are, which is something I’m hoping to change. But they know fame when they hear other people talk about it, so no less than three gay guys flittered outside on their cell phones, all like, "Oh my God, do you know who the Flaming Lips are? They’re this band. This totally famous band. I don’t know what songs they sing! But they’re totally famous! I heard Alyssa Milano likes them!"
It was a wonderful moment. We ordered second and third helpings of Sapporo, just kind of sitting there, waiting, me thinking vaguely I might offer a "Hey, Wayne!" as he walked out, but he did, and I didn’t. I was going to be like, "I’m in yer DVD!" but that sounded desperate. So I just shut up, and let him and his wife get back in their Prius.
In college I worked with the concert crew and we got to meet a lot of famous people, and as a rule I believe in just kind of leaving people alone. A notable exception is the time that my friend Jelisa and I got to hang with Darrell Hammond while he finished off a pack of cigarettes, but we left him to his own devices when rabid fans began approaching, desperately needing to share the jokes they’d written. Experiences like that taught me that the famous are better left alone, lest the situation become awkward.
So, I said nothing to Wayne. Still, after they left, Brian looked at me and said, "You know, every time someone gives us grief for living in Oklahoma City, I’m going to look them square in the eye and say, ‘Fuck you. Nowhere else would you run into Wayne Coyne while you’re out eating sushi on a Monday night.’"
Oh, incidentally, the Lips have some great new singles out on the soundtracks of various movies. My favorite is "I Was Zapped By the Super Lucky Rainbow."
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The day approaches when, for the first time in five years, I will set foot in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, a town that, at one time, felt more like home to me than Oklahoma or any other place I’d ever lived.
We were talking about it last night. Brian’s never been to North Carolina, despite having to hear me talk about it all the time. I can’t believe how excited I’m getting about this trip, not only for the sake of seeing some long-lost friends and getting to go to Cook-Out and the Juice Shop, but also to put to bed some of the issues I had when I left there at last, swearing to myself that I’d never, ever come back.
Thing is, I’ve missed it. My friends from college are some of the most amazing people I know, and I miss them horribly. I totally took all of you for granted back in the day, and I promise to try my hardest to make it up to each of you in person. With whiskey.
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