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silverthorne) wrote2008-01-11 10:10 am
silverthorne) wrote2008-01-11 10:10 am
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So it figures that when I finally start seriously dreaming again
It would wind up being weird as hell.
So, I'm in the parking lot of the hospital where I work with two female friends (although...I don't know who, exactly. They're like...amalgrams of a bunch of my better/wiser female friends over the years). It's getting towards evening, and there's a cool breeze...and one of the local red-tailed hawks is up on a lamp-post watching us. Nice sunset, too--one better suited to AZ than TX.
Anyhow, so the talk turns to boyfriends (a familiar discussion with at least one of you out there. :) ), and they;re all 'You really need a guy'. I am, of course, echoing my RW opinion of that right now, which is 1) Right now I'm a bit of internal mess--that's bad for a relationship like that, and 2) Eh...haven't found the guy I want to stick with anyhow, and not up for looking.
So...the conversation turns to 'well, if you felt better about yourself, I bet you'd go looking'. And my response to that was 'Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, throw me on a reality show and get me some self confidence and a new look?'
Annnnnnd that's when Jon shows up. With his blond hair/style from two years ago and his face from twenty years back (whut?) (and yes, R, it all still moved. *g*).
And the conversation got weird from there because now Jon is quizzing me all about my hang-ups and how I think I could handle them better (actually, it was awfully a lot like parts of the convo I had with my new doc). And in the background, this van is pulling up and people are getting out and pulling out racks of clothes and a portable make-up table and so forth.
And although it wasn't bad talking to Jon, I'm really glad I woke up before the camera crew and recording equipment showed up.
See, this is why I avoid network TV and reality shows--they already worm their way into my brain enough as it is.
So, I'm in the parking lot of the hospital where I work with two female friends (although...I don't know who, exactly. They're like...amalgrams of a bunch of my better/wiser female friends over the years). It's getting towards evening, and there's a cool breeze...and one of the local red-tailed hawks is up on a lamp-post watching us. Nice sunset, too--one better suited to AZ than TX.
Anyhow, so the talk turns to boyfriends (a familiar discussion with at least one of you out there. :) ), and they;re all 'You really need a guy'. I am, of course, echoing my RW opinion of that right now, which is 1) Right now I'm a bit of internal mess--that's bad for a relationship like that, and 2) Eh...haven't found the guy I want to stick with anyhow, and not up for looking.
So...the conversation turns to 'well, if you felt better about yourself, I bet you'd go looking'. And my response to that was 'Oh yeah? What are you gonna do, throw me on a reality show and get me some self confidence and a new look?'
Annnnnnd that's when Jon shows up. With his blond hair/style from two years ago and his face from twenty years back (whut?) (and yes, R, it all still moved. *g*).
And the conversation got weird from there because now Jon is quizzing me all about my hang-ups and how I think I could handle them better (actually, it was awfully a lot like parts of the convo I had with my new doc). And in the background, this van is pulling up and people are getting out and pulling out racks of clothes and a portable make-up table and so forth.
And although it wasn't bad talking to Jon, I'm really glad I woke up before the camera crew and recording equipment showed up.
See, this is why I avoid network TV and reality shows--they already worm their way into my brain enough as it is.
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Now, if it were a GTO or an old style mustang...
So what exactly were we trying to sell?
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and it was you, for sure!
We were selling them promotional merchandise for their e-commerce! We told them that their web site store didn't meet the needs of the average fan and that we could produce better merch that would sell better for more overall profit. Jon liked the plan. Then you stole the Segway, and I got in a conversation with Dorothea about silkscreening teeshirts and Romeo's allergies.
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I'd be tempted to take it off-road and 'four wheeling', though. *eg*
Heee!
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