Awesome
Yesterday was an awesome day. How awesome was it? The awesomest. I spent the day with two of my dearest friends at Great Adventure. It was one of those May days when you have to wear a sweatshirt because there's a nice chill in the air but the sun is still warm enough to give ya just a lil color on your face (or the raging red Rudolph nose that I think is a hot look on half-Irish 27 year old ladies- meaning me.) Great Adventure was indeed, great. The only snag in my plan was that my entire class from the 2001-2002 school year was there- and I was playing hooky. We dodged them all day but they saw us and several accounts were reported through younger siblings today. Egh, whatevs. I am just happy that they remember me. And I got to ride Nitro front row with my hands up doing the rag doll over each rollercoaster hump. It was awesome.
Not so awesome came later that day when I had my first parallel to Carrie Bradshaw. I don't ordinarily connect with Ms. Bradshaw. I do love clothing, shoes, have a terribly tumultuous love life, and huge hair (haha, I wish) but other than that me and Care-bear have nada in common. Until yesterday. We've all seen the SATC episode where Carrie gets dumped by Burger on a Post-It. I used to think "OMG, who would do that? A post-it?!?! Ew." until Directionless came into my life. And until I got the break-up text.
Now, I enjoy the literary genre of reading, journaling, email, blogs, and yes, text messaging. I majored in English, for the love of Pete. I put the old cellie 5000 on vibrate (Thanks Ashley for teaching me the ways of Manner Mode) so that I can text during class and the kids are none the wiser. I can teach cursive with my chalk holder in my right hand and write a baby novella on my Samsung with my left, and still catch Funky Cold D. Medina talking to E. DuROCKovic (my students.) So I guess I projected this love of all things literary to Directionless, and he misdirected and took this as me only enjoying to speak in text message sentences. Of 120 characters or less. With random happy/sad faces in between for emphasis. Kill me ;O.
So yesterday, as I am eating a lovely dinner with T and D at the local Houli's, I notice I have texts (SHOCKER) so I check it and I get a bizarro "break-up after I already cut him loose" text. So effin bizarre. It was like "I am sorry that you feel this way. Maybe it's for the best even though I wish it wasn't :( " WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT? Frowney face included in the bizarro break-up after I already erased you from my phone text??? Oh no you didn't. Oh, yes you did. So that's that. Directionless has been let loose into the world of singledom. May he get lost in it.
So ladies, if you like 23 year old men with little to no direction who enjoy long text messaging sessions, pissing you off, watching Prison Break instead of hanging out with you and the country of Croatia, I might know some one for you. Better yet if you think it's awesome when someone tries to kill you by slamming you into another car on Tunnelly Avenue in Jersey City on Holy Thursday, or goes to church all the day, OR is a bouncer at the attrocity Bahama Mamas, then by all means leave me a comment and I'll hook your ass up! In the words of Michael Jackson "Just call my name and I'll be there... Doncha know baby, yeah."
Not so awesome came later that day when I had my first parallel to Carrie Bradshaw. I don't ordinarily connect with Ms. Bradshaw. I do love clothing, shoes, have a terribly tumultuous love life, and huge hair (haha, I wish) but other than that me and Care-bear have nada in common. Until yesterday. We've all seen the SATC episode where Carrie gets dumped by Burger on a Post-It. I used to think "OMG, who would do that? A post-it?!?! Ew." until Directionless came into my life. And until I got the break-up text.
Now, I enjoy the literary genre of reading, journaling, email, blogs, and yes, text messaging. I majored in English, for the love of Pete. I put the old cellie 5000 on vibrate (Thanks Ashley for teaching me the ways of Manner Mode) so that I can text during class and the kids are none the wiser. I can teach cursive with my chalk holder in my right hand and write a baby novella on my Samsung with my left, and still catch Funky Cold D. Medina talking to E. DuROCKovic (my students.) So I guess I projected this love of all things literary to Directionless, and he misdirected and took this as me only enjoying to speak in text message sentences. Of 120 characters or less. With random happy/sad faces in between for emphasis. Kill me ;O.
So yesterday, as I am eating a lovely dinner with T and D at the local Houli's, I notice I have texts (SHOCKER) so I check it and I get a bizarro "break-up after I already cut him loose" text. So effin bizarre. It was like "I am sorry that you feel this way. Maybe it's for the best even though I wish it wasn't :( " WHAAAAAAAAAAAAT? Frowney face included in the bizarro break-up after I already erased you from my phone text??? Oh no you didn't. Oh, yes you did. So that's that. Directionless has been let loose into the world of singledom. May he get lost in it.
So ladies, if you like 23 year old men with little to no direction who enjoy long text messaging sessions, pissing you off, watching Prison Break instead of hanging out with you and the country of Croatia, I might know some one for you. Better yet if you think it's awesome when someone tries to kill you by slamming you into another car on Tunnelly Avenue in Jersey City on Holy Thursday, or goes to church all the day, OR is a bouncer at the attrocity Bahama Mamas, then by all means leave me a comment and I'll hook your ass up! In the words of Michael Jackson "Just call my name and I'll be there... Doncha know baby, yeah."
Okay, baby?!?!
posted by j-digs at 4:01 PM
1 Comments:
Wow, that's MJ? I thought it was WEBSTER at first! It's about time you showed directionless which was was North and sent him packin'! "Don't let the door hit ya, where the good lord split ya!"
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