UNIVERSAL DONOR: MA VIE EN CROUTE
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Universal Donor
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Wednesday, June 08, 2005
PHONE LADY: Hello, thank you for calling S_____, how may I help you? UD: Hi there! My name's Universal Donor. What's your name? PHONE LADY: (freezes up) Uhhh. What is this regarding? UD: Huh? The [blah blah] software; I'm about to purchase some from your online store. I'm calling from a company New York, and I asked you name so I could say "Well hello, Mary, how's the weather in California?" PHONE LADY: It's just fine. Let me transfer you to tech support. UD: Sigh. Sometimes people really wear me out. Californians are supposed to be friendly to a fault, so what's up with the lady who thinks I'm gonna press the "pistol whip" button on my phone if she tells me her name? My Californians are better than that, and I'm hella looking forward to visiting their gnarly asses. Countdown T minus one week and one day. I had a birthday party last weekend, and it turned out pretty good. It was a shared party with J.Ro and Hadaly, which took some of the pressure off of me to provide a giant crowd of hilarious revelers. In the past, I've had no problem doing so, but a combination of factors has led to my demise as a social host. I dunno. A lot of people who RSVP'd in the positive didn't show up, which I guess was mostly attributable to the a) the rain and b) the general flakiness of our friends. A lot of people who weren't explicitly invited but should have known to come anyway didn't come anyway, which is either attributable to a) shyness, b) hypersensitivity and hurt feelings (misplaced in this case), or maybe c) not being fucking magical mind readers. I am on record as a hater of E-Vite; I despise everythig about it, but I was overruled by my cohosts on this occasion. I hate responding to E-Vites because not only do I have to come up with a pithy yet uproarious one-liner response, but I have to read everyone else's attempts to do the same. Glorp! YOU'RE NOT FUNNY. STOP TRYING (Note: this diatribe does not apply to anybody who responded wittily to my E-Vite -- you guys are funny). I hate the idea that people are checking the list of who's going to a party to decide whether they'll go. You should decide whether or not to go based on the classic things: how much you like the hosts; whether you can smoke in their house or if they'll make you loiter on the sidewalk like a common thug; whether they have hot single friends; whether you have to bring a gift; and how long your late night drunken train ride will be. Today is my half-sister's "graduation" from 6th grade. I think it's pretty comical, but at least her school has a separate building for 7-12. So I'm off to see a bunch of eleven-year-olds fling miniature mortarboards into the auditorium air. I'll try to keep a straight face. 0 comments |
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