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Thursday, February 05, 2004
I have a fun habit I'd like to tell you about. I often absentmindedly sing snippets of songs out loud, which is normal, you know, whatever comes to mind, or has been stuck in my head all day, or whatever. But if I feel I'm being ignored -- even after the desperate plea for attention that singing out loud represents -- I will insert the name of the person nearest me into the song. So just now, to my co-worker: "Oh she may be weeeeeary-heh-hee/And young girls they do get wee-a-reee-uh/Waaay-rin' that same-ol' shabbay dray-ee-yeh-heh-hessssssah!/But (-tah!) when she gets wee-ah-ree-yuh/ Try-high... a little ten-derness...JESSICA." Which of course makes Jessica look up, startled, like I've been talking to her for the last ten minutes and she hadn't noticed, or makes her think that I've been singing a whole song about her. You should try this. It's a lot of fun, and very, very annoying.
Now I will help you clean out your purse. Your purse is full of crap to which you have attached undue value, and you need my keen eye to purge the dross. (Will you help me with my room, though? Because I suffer from a similar but MUCH LARGER problem. I have a box on a shelf marked "clothes I never wear but can't bear to throw away" which is totally re-re, and a microcosmic example of our ridiculousness. But you can relate, right?) DUMP YOUR PURSE OUT, RIGHT NOW. I don't care if you're at work, at home, or on the crosstown bus with your Palm Pilot -- dump-a-roonie. Pick up your cash, credit cards, datebook, lip balm, Altoids Tangerine Sours, cell phone, and prescription meds. Put them back in the purse. Now light everything else on fire and kick it towards your least favorite colleague, roommate, or fellow passenger, screaming "OH MY GOD MY BABY'S ON FIRE!!!!" If the person has a soul, they should instinctively gather the flaming pile of garbage into their arms and fling themselves into the nearest body of water, which may be several miles away. It's a funny thing to do, and it cleans your purse. Please note that you can do this at anytime, especially if you carry gasoline-soaked rags in your purse. You know what's gross? People who carry their cash in their pockets in a filthy, mangled wad. What are you, twelve? Flatten out those bills, make the presidents all face the same way like a good OCD victim, crease them with a mother-of-pearl-inlaid ebony creasing wand from Hammacher Schlemmer, and tuck them gently into your pocket. Then jam your hand into your pocket and thrash it around like a wet cat, because you are hopeless. CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW? FUCKING GOOD! FUCK! Worst. Post. Evvah. The absolute nadir. But a different co-worker just asked me, again, if I have read the Harry Potter books yet. "YET." As if. As fucking if! These questions splinter my consciousness into a million white-hot shards of inability to think, is all. 0 comments |
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