Yesterday I went roller blading at a rink in Jersey with Crescencio, Kristin and Anna. It was really fun and good exercise. I miss going to United Skates as a kid for birthday parties.
We chowed down on Wendy's before hand in Staten Island. I haven't had Wendy's in forever. I had never been to Staten Island before. I can't believe it's so close to NYC and SO different. And there are rampant turkeys everywhere...like in South Park.
After blading, Crescencio and I got a bottle of champagne and some booze. We watched Hysterical Blindness and went out. I got silly. I haven't been drunk in a while so I thought I should, just for good measure. However, when I woke up this morning I wondered why I do this to myself. Why is it that forgetting shit and making an ass out of myself 'helps' relieve stress?
I hate it when creepy people talk to me on th subway. Its like they think of the dumbest comments just so they can talk to me...I mean I know I am really cool and all, but COME ON!
(As I am reading a book by a French author for Sociological Theory class)
creepy guy #1: Is that book French? Is it in French?
Me: No
him: But look (points to the author's name on the spine)
Me: The author is French but the book is not.
him: Is it History?
Me: No, It's Sociology.
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Creepy guy #2: Do you have a dog?
Me: No
him: What's this? ::points to cat hair that's on my bag::
Me: (here's the point where i should have said-NONE OF YOUR GODDAMNED BUSINESS) Cat hair.
him: Oh same thing.
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This is for Crescencio:
Woman who hates her life on loudspeaker at roller rink/Eeyore:"Everyone leave the rink, there is a private party at 5. Screw cleaning up, the partie's aready here."
Jersey broads: "Could you hold my hairspray?" "You didn't get the travel size yet?"
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