i had a wonderful and self servingly mean saturday night. way back when, i spent a year in college. my roomate's brother went to a school about thirty minutes away from ours. he was a senior and we were freshmen so his scene was a lot more developed and cool. long story short this dude was and is one of the worst people i know. "his heart is as black as the lord of hell's waistcoat."
its been the better part of a decade since i was in college, and basically have seen him once since then. when i did see him he was just a smug dick. and he sold my cool trendsetters head shop lighter with the caterpillar from alice in wonderland on it.
so i see him on saturday night at a screening for a sitcom pilot some old friends of mine wrote and starred in. he is a balding, broken suburban dad that was visibly startled and made uneasy by my presence.
*NOTE* nothing against bald people, parents, or those that live in the suburbs. if you knew how much his looks mattered to him or how much he railed against the burbs and kids, then you would understand.
you know how when you see people from your past, you judge them. some way some how. "they looked happy, they gained weight, they lost weight, they look older, they whatever, you know what i mean. some times you are happy with how you look or where you are at, and sometimes you aren't. this time, for a change, i felt happy with where i was at. maybe i am an asshole for being happy that he didn't seem happy with where he was. but i can't stress what an awful person he is. i don't know seeing this in writing makes me feel uneasy with what happened. im not really that bad a person, i swear.
its been the better part of a decade since i was in college, and basically have seen him once since then. when i did see him he was just a smug dick. and he sold my cool trendsetters head shop lighter with the caterpillar from alice in wonderland on it.
so i see him on saturday night at a screening for a sitcom pilot some old friends of mine wrote and starred in. he is a balding, broken suburban dad that was visibly startled and made uneasy by my presence.
*NOTE* nothing against bald people, parents, or those that live in the suburbs. if you knew how much his looks mattered to him or how much he railed against the burbs and kids, then you would understand.
you know how when you see people from your past, you judge them. some way some how. "they looked happy, they gained weight, they lost weight, they look older, they whatever, you know what i mean. some times you are happy with how you look or where you are at, and sometimes you aren't. this time, for a change, i felt happy with where i was at. maybe i am an asshole for being happy that he didn't seem happy with where he was. but i can't stress what an awful person he is. i don't know seeing this in writing makes me feel uneasy with what happened. im not really that bad a person, i swear.
I can't make it to Chicago until after Christmas, so we can figure out a good time over the next couple of weeks. I can come on weekdays, too, so we aren't limited to weekends. I set my own work schedule, so I'm pretty flexible to your needs.
I also want to make sure she has her shots, flea prevention, and deworming first. I don't want your kitty to get sick. That's another reason I want to wait a bit. She'll be well-cared for until then. I love kitties (and have one of my own).
I'm sorry to hear about your breakup. I hate losing pets due to moving/breaking up. I've had some wonderful cats and dogs in my past thanks to roommates and boyfriends.
If you're ever in this area, you need to hang out with my cat, Gomez. He's a total cuddleslut, and he does tricks and plays fetch.