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Feb. 28th, 2011 | 07:25 pm
mood: amusedamused
music: All Along - Kid Cudi

In a moment of lapsed judgment, I agreed to go to the gym with my brother yesterday. I forgot he turns into this workout drill sergeant/fiend thing whenever he senses nearness to weightlifting equipment. Sore hobbling and the fact I can't sit down for long periods of time without getting stuck in that position aside, this day looked promising considering I woke up early and was on-time and everything. But then I ended up feeling less than awesome because I locked myself out of my house and tanked on a pop quiz. Then my remaining dignity melted into those gutter things I fear because I wasn't able-bodied enough to power-walk to the bus home in time.

Yeah. I just let that shit leave.

And then of course after I get off the lightrail, I get followed home by a creeper who calls me Babycakes (which is extra horrible because that was my dad's favorite nickname for me when I was...well, a baby) and asks me if I'm half Lucy Liu because I have her eyes? He also tells me Black History Month is almost over and he hasn't filled his quota yet so he wanted to know if I was busy tonight. Okay. Let's just say I inferred enough to determine I didn't want this day ending in a scenario where my bones needed to be fished up from the bottom of the bay, so I end up ducking into the nearest Safeway. I swear I either have a creeper magnet attached to me or a sign on my forehead that says STALKABLE cuz that shit happens way too often. Or there's my other theory that there's a stalker ring in SF where creepers meet up to drink red bull while they pass around a stalker handbook and divvy up territories amongst themselves. But that could just be my sleep deprivation talking. And by 'could be' I mean 'it is.'

Anyways. This bundle of ugly that was my day kinda got canceled out since I just came home to the best late Valentine's Day letter I've ever received from my best friend, Irene.

Not that I usually get Valentine's Day stuff--aside from this year's box of awesomeness from a friend and the one time my parents bought me the beautifully depressing Stewart O'Nan novel I had my eye on and wrapped it up in pink tissue paper... But I digress. Again.

There's not many people from high school I still talk to and I guess it's nice to know the people still on my mind still think of me as well. Plus sending me snail mail and referencing Harry Potter and Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind (which I just rewatched yesterday cuz I'm predictable like that yo) is like a direct gateway to my heart. And she's the only person I allow to fold me anything (the sentiment of origami got ruined by a certain manwhore a few years back). She also made me promise to visit her and our friend Derek. Which I will do soon. Hopefully.

And yeah. Unless something crazy happens within the next five or so hours, that was my day in a nutshell. Congratulations to whoever actually got through this thing. I'm always happy to do my part in helping others procrastinate on their homework.

Happy Monday, bitches.

PS. It’s apparently my destiny to fail at opening envelopes so I’m really glad she didn’t write on the part I ripped haha. That is all.

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from: cut_thestring
date: Mar. 1st, 2011 02:11 pm (UTC)

OHEY. It's you.
That Valentine's letter is all kinds of awesome, by the way. Snail mail is boss. (Did I just write 'boss'? I think I did.)

Happy Monday! ;)

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from: reverie_405
date: Mar. 1st, 2011 10:25 pm (UTC)

'Boss' is totes an accurate description for the epicness of snail mail :)

I've probably already told you this, but your icon is perfection. That is all.

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