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Make me a cowboy
Jan. 17th, 2004 01:46 pmIn a few minutes, I'll go to switch my laundry from the washer to the dryer. This wouldn't be worth talking about if someone hadn't left their clothes in the dryer. Now, I have to take their things out so that mine can go in, and this makes me real, real nervous.
Alright, accomplished, and let me tell you that removing some random guy's drawers from a dryer was so not in my plans for today. The whole time, I was expecting the cute guy upstairs (not, uh, that I've been paying attention) to walk in and find me standing next to the dryer with a fistful of his undies. (No, I don't know whose clothes they were. But key, kids, this is -my- imagination.) So in order to avoid such a situation I hurried to transfer my clothes, with total disregard to the fact that half of them are not meant to be in dryers. I'm going to end up with doll-sized clothes and it will be the fault of the cute guy upstairs. Er, or whomevers clothes they actually happen to be.
Before I could leave my apartment to go to the laundry room I had to make sure the coast was clear, that there was no one in the hallway or, indeed, in sight. My aversion to meeting my neighbors is beginning to get a little extreme.
Here's the part where I copy the letter I got from Sarah today, because she's the cutest thing ever: "Well I'm at Jesse's house in Ocala and it froze here last night. Literally. So tell that to all your doubting Seattle friends (Seattleites?). [Done.] Tell them also, that if they wish to look for good in this world they need only look to a squirrel, for surely there is no goodness greater than the playful loving heart of a squirrel.
Anyway, I miss you. It was good to see you the other day. There need to be more Sammy sightings. I'll get together some gear with goggles and a khaki vest that I can store things in. The kind with lots of little pockets. Then I will climb up a tree at a place where I have sighted you in the past and I will wait.
I should probably just come to Seattle."
It seems that I have a bad case of the needies lately, kids, which I should apologize for. I'm just at low ebb lately, grasping at whatever bits of me that I can get ahold of. The burden of that shouldn't fall on any of you.
Not that anyone should quit telling me how much they like me and validating my existance and suchlike, oh no. Keep on keeping on. But at least now I've apologized for being such a sad sack. How about a deal instead: if you all keep on liking me I'll keep on liking you. After all, we all need love in our lives.
Now. Let's all hold hands and sing kum-by-ya.
Alright, accomplished, and let me tell you that removing some random guy's drawers from a dryer was so not in my plans for today. The whole time, I was expecting the cute guy upstairs (not, uh, that I've been paying attention) to walk in and find me standing next to the dryer with a fistful of his undies. (No, I don't know whose clothes they were. But key, kids, this is -my- imagination.) So in order to avoid such a situation I hurried to transfer my clothes, with total disregard to the fact that half of them are not meant to be in dryers. I'm going to end up with doll-sized clothes and it will be the fault of the cute guy upstairs. Er, or whomevers clothes they actually happen to be.
Before I could leave my apartment to go to the laundry room I had to make sure the coast was clear, that there was no one in the hallway or, indeed, in sight. My aversion to meeting my neighbors is beginning to get a little extreme.
Here's the part where I copy the letter I got from Sarah today, because she's the cutest thing ever: "Well I'm at Jesse's house in Ocala and it froze here last night. Literally. So tell that to all your doubting Seattle friends (Seattleites?). [Done.] Tell them also, that if they wish to look for good in this world they need only look to a squirrel, for surely there is no goodness greater than the playful loving heart of a squirrel.
Anyway, I miss you. It was good to see you the other day. There need to be more Sammy sightings. I'll get together some gear with goggles and a khaki vest that I can store things in. The kind with lots of little pockets. Then I will climb up a tree at a place where I have sighted you in the past and I will wait.
I should probably just come to Seattle."
It seems that I have a bad case of the needies lately, kids, which I should apologize for. I'm just at low ebb lately, grasping at whatever bits of me that I can get ahold of. The burden of that shouldn't fall on any of you.
Not that anyone should quit telling me how much they like me and validating my existance and suchlike, oh no. Keep on keeping on. But at least now I've apologized for being such a sad sack. How about a deal instead: if you all keep on liking me I'll keep on liking you. After all, we all need love in our lives.
Now. Let's all hold hands and sing kum-by-ya.
