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In my last entry, I complained about people posting multi-chapter stories without linking back to prevous chapters. Shortly thereafter, several authors who I hadn't read for that very reason posted back links. QED, I am awesome (and modest, too!)
Since our family vaca, I've been missing my sisters like crazy. Thankful, this goes both ways, so we've been talking -a lot. Anyway, we are very different people. But I like to think that if you put us together, it's clear we're sisters. Since I'm the youngest (five and seven years younger then them) they like to reminsce about when I was younger. As a direct result of these conversations, we have discovered three key events in my childhood.
1. For my kindergarten Catholic school graduation, we sang "Age of Aquarius/Let the Sunshine."
2. In first grade, I read "The Fragile Flag." It's about children marching on Washington, DC to protest the president putting "defensive" nuclear weapons in space.
3. In second grade, I hear and saw Rent for the first time.
Since that conversation, I've relayed these findings to some friends. And the consensus is clear - when describing myself to strangers, I should mentione these three things. Apparently, they accurately sum up much of my being. Good times.
In entirely unrelated news, I had almost forgotten how electric the chemistry is between Booth and Brennan. Just...wow. I really am a sucker for those "will they, won't they" deep passionate love stories. Though, Booth and Bones haven't really admitted they're in love. Otalia, on the other hand...oy vey. Thank god for fanfic, otherwise I'd be beyond pissed.
And speaking of Otalia! Storytime. I have a stalker at work. I work at a coffee shop, and he comes through drive-thru every day. He went from harmless nuisance to creeper to possible legitimate throught. And...dun dun dun! His name is Frank. "Hello gorgeous, it's Frank, can I get my usual? You know how I like it." And his "usual" is a particular drink - not black, not white, a nice carmel color. He became a creeper when he said he wants his coffee the color of my skin - awkward! Then he went with grabbing my hand, not letting go, having me remake his coffee so he could check me out, ad nauseum. Gross. I started to be actually squicked out, so we decided that Frank was not to know I worked there anymore - I hid. Not the most mature thing, but I just wanted to not deal with him.
Well, this past Monday he came through and I was on speaker - three months later, he still recognized my voice. He asks for a kiss - five times. Then says, "How about after work? I noticed you walk home." At this point, episodes of Criminal Minds and SVU are running through my head. Everyone at work is freaked - and that day only girls were working. So we're going nuts, and Bob comes in. Bob is the fire chief. He knows the owners, and comes in all the time. Bob notices our nervousness, asks whats up, and comes behind the counter. In a calm manner, Bob informs Frank that he should stop with the joking, or stop coming here. We all cheer bob! And later, when I was getting ready to walk home - wishing I had my mace on me - Bob shows up. IN A FIRE TRUCK. That's right, I got a firetruck escort home. Sometimes, my life is awesome.
But yeah, Frank. We call him Frankadoodle. And now, per the owners orders, Frank is not allowed to visit our store - ever again. Good times. I have awesome luck.
Since our family vaca, I've been missing my sisters like crazy. Thankful, this goes both ways, so we've been talking -a lot. Anyway, we are very different people. But I like to think that if you put us together, it's clear we're sisters. Since I'm the youngest (five and seven years younger then them) they like to reminsce about when I was younger. As a direct result of these conversations, we have discovered three key events in my childhood.
1. For my kindergarten Catholic school graduation, we sang "Age of Aquarius/Let the Sunshine."
2. In first grade, I read "The Fragile Flag." It's about children marching on Washington, DC to protest the president putting "defensive" nuclear weapons in space.
3. In second grade, I hear and saw Rent for the first time.
Since that conversation, I've relayed these findings to some friends. And the consensus is clear - when describing myself to strangers, I should mentione these three things. Apparently, they accurately sum up much of my being. Good times.
In entirely unrelated news, I had almost forgotten how electric the chemistry is between Booth and Brennan. Just...wow. I really am a sucker for those "will they, won't they" deep passionate love stories. Though, Booth and Bones haven't really admitted they're in love. Otalia, on the other hand...oy vey. Thank god for fanfic, otherwise I'd be beyond pissed.
And speaking of Otalia! Storytime. I have a stalker at work. I work at a coffee shop, and he comes through drive-thru every day. He went from harmless nuisance to creeper to possible legitimate throught. And...dun dun dun! His name is Frank. "Hello gorgeous, it's Frank, can I get my usual? You know how I like it." And his "usual" is a particular drink - not black, not white, a nice carmel color. He became a creeper when he said he wants his coffee the color of my skin - awkward! Then he went with grabbing my hand, not letting go, having me remake his coffee so he could check me out, ad nauseum. Gross. I started to be actually squicked out, so we decided that Frank was not to know I worked there anymore - I hid. Not the most mature thing, but I just wanted to not deal with him.
Well, this past Monday he came through and I was on speaker - three months later, he still recognized my voice. He asks for a kiss - five times. Then says, "How about after work? I noticed you walk home." At this point, episodes of Criminal Minds and SVU are running through my head. Everyone at work is freaked - and that day only girls were working. So we're going nuts, and Bob comes in. Bob is the fire chief. He knows the owners, and comes in all the time. Bob notices our nervousness, asks whats up, and comes behind the counter. In a calm manner, Bob informs Frank that he should stop with the joking, or stop coming here. We all cheer bob! And later, when I was getting ready to walk home - wishing I had my mace on me - Bob shows up. IN A FIRE TRUCK. That's right, I got a firetruck escort home. Sometimes, my life is awesome.
But yeah, Frank. We call him Frankadoodle. And now, per the owners orders, Frank is not allowed to visit our store - ever again. Good times. I have awesome luck.
Current Music: Bones: The Howard Epps episodes
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