It’s suddenly like fall up here in the Cuppa Two Tree Belt. I’m at the library as I type this, sitting beside a large window, and it’s gray and dreary and cold outside. Perfect! It puts me in a good mood, seriously.
There’s a “big-boned” woman a few tables in front of me, who hasn’t stopped pounding on her keyboard since I got here. It looks like she’s on Facebook, and it’s just continuous, punishing, hammer-typing. I’ve never seen a set of Snicker fingers move so fast! They can probably hear the clacking out in the parking lot…
Behind me is a college-aged dude with a newspaper on a stick, and a gallon jug of iced tea. Even though there’s a sign on the front door that says food and beverages are not allowed. Whatever. Why do people now carry around gallons of liquid? Gallons!
To my right is a long shelf of books (fiction), with another table at the end of it. A woman was popping her gum there a few minutes ago, but is now gone, thankfully. The table is empty, but I can hear someone repeatedly clearing their throat somewhere in here. It’s only a matter of time before they flop down, and start moving around their phlegm nearby. Because that’s the way it always goes.
Ms. Big Skeleton just realized I’m behind her, and keeps pulling her shirt down, so I don’t see her granny panties peaking out of the top of her pants. Too late. They’re blue, and ridin’ high. It’s amazing how elastic can still work across great distances, isn’t it?
Also, I’m listening to the new (and excellent) album by The Church through headphones. It’s perfect music for a dreary, gray, and cold day such as this one.
Just thought I’d describe my surroundings… Care to do the same? Use the comments section below. I’m interested in knowing where you are.
Remember Buck’s recent note about the naked sushi model? If not, you can read it here. Now he’s followed it up with a picture of the guy, if you can believe it. Check it out. I’m sorry, but I would’ve had to pass. Call me uncultured if you’d like, but I don’t eat ballsack-warmed fish.
I had squid once, though.
And just so you know, my high school journalism teacher was pregnant with this man when I was in 12th grade. It’s true. But I’m pretty sure he was quite a bit smaller back then.
Supposedly there’s a large excerpt in the latest Sports Illustrated, and a friend sent me a quote from it…
Manager Sparky Anderson to the Reds, during spring training, 1975: “We’ve got four superstars on this team, and they ain’t got no curfew, and can come and go as they please. The rest of you guys are a bunch of turds.”
And I’ll leave you now with something that started on Twitter (NOT gay) this morning: Confession Friday… My Friday confession is that I’m an unashamed fan of Hall & Oates. Especially their big 1980s mega-albums, like H20 and Voices. And I don’t mean that in an ironic, so-bad-it’s-good way, either. I mean it’s great stuff, straight-up.
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And I’ll see you guys on Monday.
Have a great weekend!