skryche

I just got back from Lunch Club, wherein un- and under-employed strangers have lunch together. And then go drinking. I was a shitty person to have lunch with — I couldn't concentrate on a damn thing because there was a guy sitting at another table who looked exactly like a friend of mine from Liverpool. And I couldn't stop staring at him, and nobody else at my table really cared that my mind was blown, and I don't blame them.

Anyway, we went to a bar for drinks and talking and at one point the group I was in went silent, and we could hear this group of girls (also in the club) a few feet away discussing their enjoyable experiences in the stripping and porn industries in detail. So my group kinda stayed silent. I mean, we could've kept talking about wouldn't it be cool if the stag head mounted on the wall was remote controlled so it could freak people out? but it just didn't seem that interesting any more.

Best conversation snippet:
G1. (boastfully) I met Sydnee Steele.
G2. I fucked Sydnee Steele.
G1. (gasps) You did? I'm so jealous!

It's kind of lame, but I'm totally going to go to Lunch Club more often just because of this.

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Why isn't wanting to want something ever good enough? Can't we engineer some sort of a short circuit right there? It's the dumbest thing ever.

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And why does soy yogurt taste like ass? It's all gritty & sour. I can't believe I bought three of these fucking things.