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Because c'mon! Shame on Invasion's slowburn peril for not providing them a more frequent showcase. Wentworth Miller
He's my boyfriend. He is. No, he just is. He's all green-eyed, widow's-peaked, melting-pot hotness and oiled-massage voice. He's it. • past loves • |
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What's Japanese For "Bitches?"
Yesterday, two little Whitney Young magnet schoolers got on my Blue Line train. They were cute, sporty-preppy girls and were chatting away about some boy one of them likes. Girl #1 said he'd for sure gotten on the same train as them, so she called him up on her mobile and told him which car she was on. When she rang off, she told Girl #2 that The Boy was noncommittal about coming up to talk to them. They were both put off by that response. Then they start conversing in Japanese. In case you've never seen such a thing, two middle-class white girls animatedly conversing in Japanese is really obnoxious. I'm all for learning exotic foreign languages -- Man cannot live on Spanish, French and German alone -- but, dude. Keep it to yourselves, white girls! Then The Boy arrived with a big smile and an exuberant "Hey!" Girls #1 and #2 looked at him and...wait for it...continued conversing in Japanese. They ignored The Boy completely, except when they were obviously talking about him. He took it in stride at first, then started saying things like, "So you're just gonna keep talking in Japanese?" And they did, of course. On and on and on. Eventually, Girl #1 asked him to sit down next to her, but that didn't stop her and Girl #2 from prattling on while he sat there looking at them like they were aliens. When I got off the train at Jackson, I really felt like saying to The Boy, "Teenage girls are idiots, kid. They'll grow out of it." But I didn't because do they? Girls like that? It doesn't seem to me they do. So, in closing: Baka? Korosu! jlb | 14:56
The Cool of Me
jlb | 17:36
Ch-Ching $$ Ch-Ching
I've never been good at keeping journals. I meant to write about my stint in Boston as au pair Inga, but when I got back I was just way too depressed and in baby withdrawal to actually do it. Who thought I could get to like a baby that much in 15 days? I was all sniffly walking to the T on the Tuesday. Even Supernanny chokes up when leaving an assignment, though, so I'm in good company. I could write about my future home of Monterey, California -- The Most Beautiful Place, Like, Ever -- my trial pair of contact lenses, or my sorta kinda job search, but I'm not feeling any of it right now. In the place of actual content like that, I've decided to provide you with a list of the things I've spent money on since returning from The Most Beautiful Place, Like, Ever so that you may better know me and my truly exciting, big city life. Read 'em and weep:
I also tried and failed to buy a pair of Pumas. You're, like, totally inside my head right now. jlb | 21:56 |
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