From A to B and Back Again
Aug. 8th, 2003 05:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
silverfae9I got in the mail today a huge bunch of stuff from "Keller Graduate School of Management" which made me laugh and laugh and laugh. I may still be laughing. Let's just hope I never turn into someone who goes to management school. Eesh.
Pete apparently met Tori Spelling yesterday, and he said she was really nice. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't understand how he does it. And why couldn't it have rubbed off on me? I was with him for almost two years, but famous people never seem to appear in the places where -I- am...not even lame famous people like Tori Spelling. Well, except for Oscar I guess, since the "King Oscar Hotel" is obviously named after him. And...well, are any of the rest of you bastards famous? Let me know if you are so that I can feel cooler than Pete.
Oh, here's an entertaining story in the further saga of samantha's past not staying where she puts it...several years ago I met a boy named Rich. Rich was really hot...he had the best long hair, which was odd because I was never a girl who went for long hair...and he was the bass player in a really bad metal band. Also, he was way older than me, but then when are they not, right? So anyways, Rich and I sort of had a thing for about 6 weeks, at the end of which he mentioned that, whoops, he had forgotten to tell me that he had a girlfriend who had been out of town for the last two months and whoops again, she was having his kid. (Yeah, I sure know how to pick them. Couple weeks later I met Nate. Jeezum.) So I told him I thought that was pretty uncool and we sort of drifted apart, like you do. This all happened, um, about 5 years ago. Today, I had a message on my voicemail from Rich, who apparently called my dad's house and they gave him my cell number. "Just wanted to, you know, see what was up and how you are and stuff..." I think things may be moving backwards.
Oh, and I have -another- bizzare story, this one from my mom. Apparently, the new coach for the Bucs said in an interview for Playgirl that if the Bucs win the superbowl again this year, he'll run down Dale Mabry in a jockstrap. This morning my 84 year old grandmother shows up at my mom's house with a little gingerbread man that she's crocheted, wearing a little pewter and gold jockstrap. She's going to send it to him along with a little poem about how he has to, you know, run down Dale Mabry in a jockstrap. My -grandmother-.
Things are so surreal. I think I may be turning into a melting clock.
Pete apparently met Tori Spelling yesterday, and he said she was really nice. I've said it before and I'll say it again: I don't understand how he does it. And why couldn't it have rubbed off on me? I was with him for almost two years, but famous people never seem to appear in the places where -I- am...not even lame famous people like Tori Spelling. Well, except for Oscar I guess, since the "King Oscar Hotel" is obviously named after him. And...well, are any of the rest of you bastards famous? Let me know if you are so that I can feel cooler than Pete.
Oh, here's an entertaining story in the further saga of samantha's past not staying where she puts it...several years ago I met a boy named Rich. Rich was really hot...he had the best long hair, which was odd because I was never a girl who went for long hair...and he was the bass player in a really bad metal band. Also, he was way older than me, but then when are they not, right? So anyways, Rich and I sort of had a thing for about 6 weeks, at the end of which he mentioned that, whoops, he had forgotten to tell me that he had a girlfriend who had been out of town for the last two months and whoops again, she was having his kid. (Yeah, I sure know how to pick them. Couple weeks later I met Nate. Jeezum.) So I told him I thought that was pretty uncool and we sort of drifted apart, like you do. This all happened, um, about 5 years ago. Today, I had a message on my voicemail from Rich, who apparently called my dad's house and they gave him my cell number. "Just wanted to, you know, see what was up and how you are and stuff..." I think things may be moving backwards.
Oh, and I have -another- bizzare story, this one from my mom. Apparently, the new coach for the Bucs said in an interview for Playgirl that if the Bucs win the superbowl again this year, he'll run down Dale Mabry in a jockstrap. This morning my 84 year old grandmother shows up at my mom's house with a little gingerbread man that she's crocheted, wearing a little pewter and gold jockstrap. She's going to send it to him along with a little poem about how he has to, you know, run down Dale Mabry in a jockstrap. My -grandmother-.
Things are so surreal. I think I may be turning into a melting clock.
Re: the persistence of orange
Date: 2003-08-09 06:37 pm (UTC)Re: the persistence of orange
Date: 2003-08-11 11:42 am (UTC)Eric-