as told to (your name here)

As I was saying

I hate how the weekend comes to a crashing halt. Not that my weekends are all that different from my weekdays, but there is a physical quality to the weekend that comes to an end and makes a demarcation between days. The passage of time is most, if not only, noticeable then.

I didn't get the job, so I release the mojo to from whence it came. I got too excited about it, hopes too high, told too many people. I wanted it, thus it could not be.

I saw the invisible girl. At the mall. Tough to describe, but since I'm often the invisible man, I recognized her. A young teenage girl, not particularly attractive and clearly not comfortable in her skin, let alone her fast-food chain uniform. She passed me by but made eye contact that I recognized as saying, "I know you don't see me. Nobody sees me. But I'm here." I replied in kind, "Takes one to know one."

I've had some stupid dreams. A while back I dreamed that I was on the olympic swim team. (Young tinyhands was an excellent swimmer and springboard diver, though never olympic-caliber.) The stupid part of the dream was that Bill O'Reilly was the team coach. I remember that I could hear him clearly underwater, though I don't remember what he was saying. More recently I dreamed about being on a particular reality TV show, The Rookie, and I was fired. Instead of getting into a taxi, I was led into a giant hanger that turned out to be his own private airport. Not just a plane or two, a whole airport. I wandered around the bar at the end of the terminal before going back to my gate to sit down. Hiding behind a newspaper, also waiting for a flight, was Fergie. Her security people were really nice though.

And finally, though I may disagree with what you say, I will defend your right to search google and unfortunately end up here using the phrase "boobs are gross".

posted by tinyhands @ 11:59 PM