maybe the hour I waited by the drunk infested sneaky-petes aided in my appearance. or, maybe it was the calm 911 call i made. (needless to say, last night was the thing movies were made of: romance, fighting, money issues, dance-offs, and danger).
i got into a heated debate with the man sitting next to me on the train. he hated minnesota and was saying how much better it would be to live in "the pan handle". I'm pretty much sick of MN myself, but when he said those nasty things, a fire started burning in my soul and i couldn't help but speak up. thank you dr. d for rhetorical crit. I was able to calmly organize my thoughts and feelings into vocal bullet points: great family atmosphere, good collection of arts and culture, nature in an urban city and longfellow grills sweet potato fries. I won with that last one.
im wearing what the youth are calling "skinny jeans". I have hessitated for a long time to buy into this trend, for obvious reasons (namely Chas' calves), but i recently read in a reputable women's mag that skinny jeans favor all body types. even mine? the hybrid of 3 popular types: busty, petite and boy shaped bottem? I guess i can also add "round middle" to that as well. wow. its like i'm the ultimate fighter! it's always confusing to me as to what i should wear because all of those "types" have different guidelines and different suggested styles. Boy shaped bottems should wear boy short swim trunks? no thanks. Busty top should wear underwire bra-kini while round middles should wear a tankini? huh? petites should wear high rise bottoms and bandeau tops? i am in a crisis. maybe i'll stick to the ole 4th grade staple: ugly one piece with an oversized mickey mouse tee. perfection.
my friends in wisconsin are having a house warming party tonight. first of all, their apartment dosn't need to get any hotter. it should be a cooling party. second, why do people throw house warming parties anyways? You just moved in, got things organized and such. And your welcoming people bringing their dirty shoes in and leaving their glasses all over (probably going to leave rings on your fine wood pool table) not to mention the high traffic flow to the bathroom. i think a small guided tour through the 2 bedrooms and then a caravan to the bar with the mechanical bull is a smarter, cleaner way. but what do i know? im moving back to my parents!
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