4.12.06

Category: dribblings

i’ve been reading new york hack

, and i love, love, love it.
i think it would make a great tv show…or a film noir. or maybe something else entirely. i don’t know.i’m very distracted at the moment because i just got home from work and i took my shoes off and my feet smell so bad that at first i was blaming the cat.
“gah! Toonces, what do you eat?!…wait, oh gross, it’s me! ew! EW!” so at the moment i am repulsive even to myself.

old ladies are crazy, and

 

laura

knows this better than most:
today the old lady i’m painting for is crying and so i’m all, “should i come back later?”
old lady: no, maybe having my bathroom painted will cheer me up.me: are you sure?

old lady: yes. i just found out that my grandson has 8 months to live.

me: …i’m, so sorry.

old lady: WAAAAAAAH!

so i give her what is probably The Most Awkward Hug in the Known World. which immediately shuts her up ‘cos she’s probably wondering why this stranger dressed as a homeless person is hugging her.

old lady: do you watch american idol?

me: …wha? no, but actually i watched it last night at my friend’s house.

old lady: i like Taylor the best.

me: really? i don’t know their names but i thought they all sang pretty well.

old lady: yeah, but Taylor is my favorite.

me: i guess everyone picks a favorite and cheers for them?

old lady: yes, but Simon is a butthole.

my self-control is astonishing sometimes.

in other self-control…ness:
there are 2 ladies at the HCH who look like birds. i call them the Bird Women. one of them looks like (i swear on a stack of blogs) the chicken lady from kids in the hall
i stole this pic from http://www.geocities.com/kids_inthehall/mark.html
she’s got brown hair, but otherwise she looks exactly like that.
she’s mean and a pain in the ass so i don’t care if it’s mean to say she looks like a chicken lady, not THE Chicken Lady, because there is a THE Chicken Lady, who oddly enough, looks nothing like a chicken or bird of any kind, however, she’s crazy in the head. and i don’t have time to make fun of her today. she’s one of those people you hate to run into and you end up running into her once a year by some fluke, like in a, “crap. and i wasn’t even suppose to BE HERE today.” kind of way.

i’ve rambled enough.

 

 

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