Is it sad that I would class picking my sister up on a Saturday night an outing? It’s sad, I know. This is what happens when you work every Friday and Saturday night for the past year (this is voluntarily, nobody forced me to live this way). The upside of this outing is, time has clicked over into the next day, meaning a fresh start and other bullshit (think of me singing yesterday’s gone from Fleetwood Mac’s “Don’t Stop”). The other upside is it gave me a chance to go to McDonalds. I know, I’m meant to be focusing on my fitness and all, because of that fitbit flex that I brought, but McDonalds in the middle of the night taste so good. So good (google Amber Mariano, then Brkich, saying so good in Survivor: The Australian Outback, thats how much I enjoyed it). I’m thinking about how tomorrow will be better, because today wasn’t that great. Worst that the usual Saturday. Somethings I get so upset because I don’t think my life is going very well. It is but it isn’t at the same time. I have money. I just feel like I don’t have a major purpose. At the same time, my co worker enjoyed both my Prince references tonight (they were at separate times, don’t think of me as someone who overly references pop culture. Who am I kidding? I am that person, so why isn’t anyone paying me for this shit yet?). After work and before picking up my sister, I put on Girls, which I brought on Blu-Ray a good year and a half ago but never had watched (Yes, I’m that person that feels the need to buy television shows on Blu-Ray). Within ten minutes I was hooked. How could I not be when I felt like I’m a lesser version of Hannah. You know how everybody talks about Sex and the City and references with one they are? Do they do that with Girls? Because I’d be Hannah, without the sex from a future Sith Lord (Am I meant to out Sith Lord in caps?). Also at the end of the show, when she is left with what looks like $40 from her parents, a very hipster cool Brooklyn-ish song starts playing. It sounded like Paul Simon, but a show like Girls would be above Paul Simon. It turns out it’s his son. Now that’s the Lena Denham I expect.


It’s been A Catcher In The Rye kind of day. But without the prostitute, and without the no money thing, and without the depression. I say this in the least pretentious kind of way. One time in my Business Management teachers office she was trying to find a word to describe me. Another teacher jumped in and said pretentious. She didn’t think I would know what it meant. I let her know I wasn’t thrilled to be called that. Anyway the reason why I mention Rye is because I spent a few hours walking around the city. I shopped, and I had lunch by myself. It was so peaceful. I think I need more friends though. I say this after I’ve moved on from so many others. When I was at the counter at JB, the lady serving (side-note: why is it more common for a woman to be serving at a checkout whether it’s at a music store or a place where you buy food?) commented on what I was buying. This is maybe the best thing they can do. Let me be clear when I’m buying clothes or food, I don’t want to waste my time or their time with pointless chit chat, but at JB, different story. It’s like they are approving your taste. Not only that, but I think I impressed someone with my sales hunting. I mean if I’m going to shop, I’m going to do it well.


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