Holy Shit: An Observation/Commentary on the Life of Mary Jane

So evidently, I forgot that I had an account on here. For a while, at least. Since my last post was on the second of May, I came to the conclusion that it might be time for me to dust off the ol' brain and type something. Or at least inform the one person who will probably read this about my weird day. So I wake up, not to the chirping of birds or to the sounds of an alarm clock, but to a six foot two Asian man standing near my bed, re-arranging my furniture. Needless to say, I was quite alarmed. However, my idiot male model roomate, Jack, quickly entered and quelled my fear of any invasion; the cable guy was here to disconnect the demon house phone that has plagued the lives of myself and my long-distance boyfriend, who throws his hands-free phone thing across the room whenever the implement of darkness rings. The Chinese cable man, Billy, seemed slightly surprised when I began to perform a rendition of the touchdown dance, while I was still in my pajamas. This would not have been so embarassing had I not been wearing volleyball spandex and a giant Ventura College sweater that I had stolen from my twin brother. Yet, I progress. By the end of the day, I had been accused of being a lesbian, nearly auditioned for an independant film, saw great works of art, learned some Italian, and spent several hours with a 200+ lb gay man and his Irish best friend, who resembles a not-as-attractive version of that chick from Hairspray. Golly, what a day. I don't feel like writing more about it. The rest will be saved for another day. Posted 104 days ago | 19 comments