There was this girl on the tube yesterday, and she was really... Hmm... I don't know what to say. She wasn't obviously cute, as in if I got a crowd of ten friends, I couldn't gurantee seven or more would say she's hot... But there was something so... Just right about her face. I didn't know wether to put her on a table and stare at her all day, making little measurements with rulers, or ask her on a date. She was that kind of appealing, talking to her would almost make the whole seeing her thing less perfect.
I think she was already on the tube when I got on at my nameless East London tube station, and she and I ended up nearly right next to each other from Mile End to Liverpool Street (Central LIne).
One thing that really made me notice her was not only was she hot, but she broke the rules of tube :p So okay, tube is my game I play every morning. You don't need any dice, I swear. Here's the rules.
1. Every game of tube ends as soon as you leave the carriage.
2. You can't bring anything (AT ALL) from a game of tube out of the carriage with you. The game ends on the carriage. That's it.
3. Every game of tube is half in your head. Don't try to make sense of it. Don't try to work out if someone else is playing tube with you.
So basically tube is where you're on the tube, and there's someone close to you, who you like. And it's crowded... And you notice them... And they notice you... Or do they? And the train bumps, and your hands kind of bump together... Or do they? I think half the fun of tube is you never know if it's all in your head. It probably is, but it certainly makes the most boring tube trip in London more interesting... But always the first rule, in your head or not, when you step out the carriage, it's over and you never see any of those people ever again.
Till yesterday, when I saw that girl... In more than six months of going to work every day she's the first person I've seen twice. She had a real strong effect on me. Took me all the way till lunchtime to forget what her face looks like. Hm.
Anyway, I can't wait till I'm done with my flatmate finder site. I've done most of it, but the part that lets you search for other people, that requires some actual hard work instead of drawing out pretty web pages, and that's where I find I can't be bothered... Ugh maybe on Sunday. Still that's going to be the one that makes me rich, cause I could slave to get more radio customers, but there's always going to be more people who want a place to crash than a radio... And when my dating site launches? Pfft. Everyone's always looking for people to shack up with.
My magic number's 200. If I get 200 members to any combination of my sites, I can retire forever... I'll be making 3,000 a month then, and I'm going to burn my tie! At work! While dancing on my desk! Alright maybe not, but I can dream. Actually work's not that bad, it's just I'm working 10 hours a day to make someone else rich. I know one of the software projects I did recently netted more than my annual salary, and I worked on it for maybe a month. So I'm valuable, but to who? I want to be valuable to me.
Speaking of software, any new people reading this? I clicked on Friends recently, and it said solemnly "You have NO friends". I was thinking, gee give me a break... What about, "You haven't made friends with anyone yet" or something, but damn, that's pretty direct
Maybe they should have a banner ad right under that for Lynx or something... You know, a kind of subtle hint.
Right that's me done. Going to put the laundry on. I work five days and I have four shirts. Go figure.
I think she was already on the tube when I got on at my nameless East London tube station, and she and I ended up nearly right next to each other from Mile End to Liverpool Street (Central LIne).
One thing that really made me notice her was not only was she hot, but she broke the rules of tube :p So okay, tube is my game I play every morning. You don't need any dice, I swear. Here's the rules.
1. Every game of tube ends as soon as you leave the carriage.
2. You can't bring anything (AT ALL) from a game of tube out of the carriage with you. The game ends on the carriage. That's it.
3. Every game of tube is half in your head. Don't try to make sense of it. Don't try to work out if someone else is playing tube with you.
So basically tube is where you're on the tube, and there's someone close to you, who you like. And it's crowded... And you notice them... And they notice you... Or do they? And the train bumps, and your hands kind of bump together... Or do they? I think half the fun of tube is you never know if it's all in your head. It probably is, but it certainly makes the most boring tube trip in London more interesting... But always the first rule, in your head or not, when you step out the carriage, it's over and you never see any of those people ever again.
Till yesterday, when I saw that girl... In more than six months of going to work every day she's the first person I've seen twice. She had a real strong effect on me. Took me all the way till lunchtime to forget what her face looks like. Hm.
Anyway, I can't wait till I'm done with my flatmate finder site. I've done most of it, but the part that lets you search for other people, that requires some actual hard work instead of drawing out pretty web pages, and that's where I find I can't be bothered... Ugh maybe on Sunday. Still that's going to be the one that makes me rich, cause I could slave to get more radio customers, but there's always going to be more people who want a place to crash than a radio... And when my dating site launches? Pfft. Everyone's always looking for people to shack up with.
My magic number's 200. If I get 200 members to any combination of my sites, I can retire forever... I'll be making 3,000 a month then, and I'm going to burn my tie! At work! While dancing on my desk! Alright maybe not, but I can dream. Actually work's not that bad, it's just I'm working 10 hours a day to make someone else rich. I know one of the software projects I did recently netted more than my annual salary, and I worked on it for maybe a month. So I'm valuable, but to who? I want to be valuable to me.
Speaking of software, any new people reading this? I clicked on Friends recently, and it said solemnly "You have NO friends". I was thinking, gee give me a break... What about, "You haven't made friends with anyone yet" or something, but damn, that's pretty direct
Maybe they should have a banner ad right under that for Lynx or something... You know, a kind of subtle hint.
Right that's me done. Going to put the laundry on. I work five days and I have four shirts. Go figure.
leola:
Talking of "tube" - have you seen the cupid section in the metro...? You know- "Hey - I 've seen you on the train going from Kings Cross to blah di blah, I have brown hair and a cheeky smile and you always look at me from behind your Guardian - say hi to a shy girl". Bwahahahahahaha. 