Stuff.
I had to go to the Honda dealership yesterday to get a recall thing fixed (apparently on some Civics there’s a wire that may cause a small fire causing your headlights to fail suddenly- well done). I went to pick up the car and had the usual chitchat with the guy handling the paperwork. I asked how his day was, to which he replied, “Not so good.” So after he escorted me to the cashier window I said, “Well I hope your day gets better.” He responded to this with, “Well it will, soon as I get my teeth replaced.” Huh? I really felt like I needed a TV camera to look into to share with the audience Zack Morris-style my confusion and amusement. There was kind of nothing to say after that, so I just let him wander off. I thought the girl at the cashier’s desk was going to pee herself.
Watched Queer Eye for the Queer Guy last night. I feel like the purpose of the show is kind of defeated by this new premise because, as we found out last night, straight men who need makeovers are just kind of clueless, whereas gay men that need makeovers are just kind of sad sacks with bitchy queen tendencies. That guy clearly had deeper emotional issues that no amount of juzzing lessons were going to fix.
Since I don’t have cable, I watch good television at my friend Elissa’s. Her dog now officially has the designation as the only dog in the world that drives me bonkers. He goes insane when I arrive: jumping, licking, putting parts of my body in his mouth and gnawing. I now just have to get the spray bottle when I walk in the door. He doesn’t do this with anyone else anymore (he’s def. a bit high strung), but here’s the kicker: it’s just a fucking show for his family. I went over there one night when they weren’t there (I was locked out), and he was all like, “Oh, hey. What’s up?” I gave him some pats and he laid down. He was all sorts of pleasant until they got home, whereupon he started spazzing all over me. I seriously don’t understand.
There was something else amusing that happened yesterday, but hell if I can remember what it was. Jess and I had such a great night out last night. It was kind of a saga because she couldn’t find her ID AGAIN, but eventually it was located. We went to this diner place and got the most amazing sandwich: hot turkey and ham with melted swiss and cheddar cheeses. Heart attack I know, but oh my god it was seriously heaven. And I don’t even like ham or swiss that much. But I just randomly lost five pounds apparently (not drinking like 10,000 Jagerbombs (ha ha, the spell check suggested ‘Cochabamba’s’ for this word.) every night might have helped there), which makes eating things that are totally not good for me totally acceptable.
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