So, I’ve reached kind of an all time low in conflict avoidance—I saw someone I didn’t want to see and DUCKED behind something and hid. Totally stealth, for sure. I hadn’t heard from this person in quite some time, a welcome development, considering that she was the key player in that sideshow of my life debacle of many months ago. I had heard from another party that he suspected her of sending him some hilariously stalkerish valentines (said suspicions are as yet unconfirmed), which I found amusing until she IM’d me, called me "SO FUCKING CRAZY…and manipulative" and then blocked me. All I could think was, "Whuh?" I emailed her and told her that considering the fact that I hadn’t seen or spoken to her in months, whatever her liquor hallucination of a problem was, I didn’t care to be dragged into it. Before I hit send on that email, I thought, maybe it sounded mean, but then I realized that I intended it to be mean. In fact, I debated whether it had been mean enough, but then I figured that saying anything else would be passing dangerously close to neener-neener territory. So yeah, I saw her from afar and artfully ducked around a corner—wishing that I had some foliage behind which to dive, as that would have been far more comedic. Ooh, or I could have choreographed some extravagant chase scene complete with phone booths and hiding behind newspapers, huge sunglasses and a false moustache to the strains of some plinky piano silent movie score. And then I’d run into a wall and end up with stars and birdies flying in a circle around my head. Too far? Too far.
In other news, Taylor Hicks is a fucking douche. Yeah, I said it. Douche.
In other other news, Rira and I learned a hard lesson this weekend and that lesson is: when it comes to grease-filled Top Pot Doughnuts—ONE is our limit. You would do well to remember that, unless, of course, you want to spend a weekend shackled to your bathroom.
In other other other news, this is why I regret downloading Tetris to my cell phone. Last week, I took the bus up the hill and became so engrossed, I missed my stop and then I killed a man. In Reno.
Reader Comments (21)
Gross about the doughnuts. I'm not surprised those grease balls came ruight out. Yummy tempting goodness.
Repeat until senseless.
If you can catch them, Bourdain had a travel/food show on the Travel Network a few months ago. It's occasionally surreal (he gets stuck in a blizzard out in the wilds of Iceland once and gets all freaky), sometimes really gross (rotten shark meat fermented in shark urine gross), but definitely worth the watch.
His other book, "A Cook's Tour", is not as funny but more poignant and introspective.
so next time have a better hiding story, complete with chase details. do it for the blog!
but i'm glad that you sent the mean email. seriously, life is too short to put up with lunacy.
ali g's got it right. one of my mother's favorite sayings is "you can't argue with crazy," and it's true.