Went out drinking with Ben. I got really shitfaced and should not have driven home: but I did. No, I'm not proud of myself.
I came home alone, because Ben hooked up with this chick and ended up going back to her place. Now... I'm not bitter... but the only reason they ended up hooking up is because she walked up to him and complemented his shoes... a pair of royal blue Chucks. Ben had NEVER WORN a pair of Chucks until he moved in with me. I have eight pairs. When he moved in with me, he started wearing them because he thought mine were cool. Now he wears them everywhere, so I can never wear them because we'll look like one of those couples that dresses alike.
So by my reasoning... that should have been ME hooking up! Alas, cruel fate!
I came home alone, because Ben hooked up with this chick and ended up going back to her place. Now... I'm not bitter... but the only reason they ended up hooking up is because she walked up to him and complemented his shoes... a pair of royal blue Chucks. Ben had NEVER WORN a pair of Chucks until he moved in with me. I have eight pairs. When he moved in with me, he started wearing them because he thought mine were cool. Now he wears them everywhere, so I can never wear them because we'll look like one of those couples that dresses alike.
So by my reasoning... that should have been ME hooking up! Alas, cruel fate!
that story reminds me of this:
When i was living in Canton (illinois, not china) i came across two "Punks" applying for a job at the local music shoppe, both were wearing blue dyed hair.
i asked one of em why he dyed his hair blue.
he said, "To be different."
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true story. i found it weird for someone living in canton to have blue hair--canton effectively being a farm town.
one that closes at 10pm.
where all you had to do was maybe--MAYBE--not wear jeans to be a non conformist.
as well, it seemed a kinda shite idea to dye yr hair a color, such an obvious nonnatural color, when yr trying to get a job.
i'm not much feeling like writing, so forgive the poor writing. err...