So, I seemed to have scared the shit out of a little old lady.
My building provides wireless internet, however, considering it doesn't reach my room on the tenth floor-- I need to bring my lap top down into the common area to use it. That's really not a bad thing, considering the get-up they have down here is beautiful... Not to mention, the furniture down here is way more comfortable than anything I have upstairs. It's really not that big of a deal-- though, I occasionally end up coming upstairs with quite a handful, especially when I make a stop at the vending machine to grab a soda before going back up.
Such was my situation today. I pull a pretty swift dive in just as the elevator door was closing, took a breath, and realized that I would be sharing my cabin space with the little old lady mentioned above. Okay. So, I glide my finger over to the panel to hit the tenth floor button, only to realize that it's already lighten up. Okay, rock on, we're on the same floor. Seeing this, I draw my hand back and hit the "close door" button, and slowly retreat to the opposite corner of the elevator.
You should have seen the fucking look of panic that struck this fucking broad's face. You wouldn't god damn believe it. So convinced is she that I'm a no good hooligan, she quickly hits another button and scurries off the elevator.
...At first I'm thinking-- What the fuck, lady? Do you think I'm going to mug you? You know, because I'd really have time to put down my computer, my soda, get my keys out of my mouth, pull out my knife, relay my orders, take your belongings, pick up my computer, my soda, put my keys back in my mouth, and make a get away... in ten floors? I mean, are you retarded?
Then another thought pops into my head... did she think I was out to rape her? Do I look like an old lady rapist? I mean, I know that I'm no catch, or anything... but am I such a fucking troll that people assume I need to force myself upon elderly women in elevators? So, of course, I'm totally self conscious for the rest of the elevator ride up. I got over it though. She's a stupid old lady. What does she know? I can get an old lady to have consensual sex with me any day.
...Wait.
In other random news, "24" is over the year, and not a moment too soon. Though there were some pretty good moments, and the last episode was pretty good-- this season was a fucking dud. On Digital Spy, they say that next season is going to be a complete and total revamp-- New cast, new location, and the only returning character will be Jack. I was kind of nervous about that idea at first.. but, with the way they wrapped things up in tonight's finale makes me think that we're ready to move on. Next season better be incredible, though.. or else these fucks gotta lotta explaining to do.
There really ain't that much else to talk about. A friend is talking about putting a podcast together, and asked me to be a regular-- which I'm totally pumped about. Nothing really solid on that yet, though. He sent me his first episode for me to give a listen to... only... I have no idea what folder I downloaded the file to... So, now I have to go and find it. I'll let you know what happens, though, and I'll force you all to listen to it if I'm on it.
I'm also pretty much dead tomorrow, as I haven't done any of my homework. Oh well, I really just don't care all that much any more.
My building provides wireless internet, however, considering it doesn't reach my room on the tenth floor-- I need to bring my lap top down into the common area to use it. That's really not a bad thing, considering the get-up they have down here is beautiful... Not to mention, the furniture down here is way more comfortable than anything I have upstairs. It's really not that big of a deal-- though, I occasionally end up coming upstairs with quite a handful, especially when I make a stop at the vending machine to grab a soda before going back up.
Such was my situation today. I pull a pretty swift dive in just as the elevator door was closing, took a breath, and realized that I would be sharing my cabin space with the little old lady mentioned above. Okay. So, I glide my finger over to the panel to hit the tenth floor button, only to realize that it's already lighten up. Okay, rock on, we're on the same floor. Seeing this, I draw my hand back and hit the "close door" button, and slowly retreat to the opposite corner of the elevator.
You should have seen the fucking look of panic that struck this fucking broad's face. You wouldn't god damn believe it. So convinced is she that I'm a no good hooligan, she quickly hits another button and scurries off the elevator.
...At first I'm thinking-- What the fuck, lady? Do you think I'm going to mug you? You know, because I'd really have time to put down my computer, my soda, get my keys out of my mouth, pull out my knife, relay my orders, take your belongings, pick up my computer, my soda, put my keys back in my mouth, and make a get away... in ten floors? I mean, are you retarded?
Then another thought pops into my head... did she think I was out to rape her? Do I look like an old lady rapist? I mean, I know that I'm no catch, or anything... but am I such a fucking troll that people assume I need to force myself upon elderly women in elevators? So, of course, I'm totally self conscious for the rest of the elevator ride up. I got over it though. She's a stupid old lady. What does she know? I can get an old lady to have consensual sex with me any day.
...Wait.
In other random news, "24" is over the year, and not a moment too soon. Though there were some pretty good moments, and the last episode was pretty good-- this season was a fucking dud. On Digital Spy, they say that next season is going to be a complete and total revamp-- New cast, new location, and the only returning character will be Jack. I was kind of nervous about that idea at first.. but, with the way they wrapped things up in tonight's finale makes me think that we're ready to move on. Next season better be incredible, though.. or else these fucks gotta lotta explaining to do.
There really ain't that much else to talk about. A friend is talking about putting a podcast together, and asked me to be a regular-- which I'm totally pumped about. Nothing really solid on that yet, though. He sent me his first episode for me to give a listen to... only... I have no idea what folder I downloaded the file to... So, now I have to go and find it. I'll let you know what happens, though, and I'll force you all to listen to it if I'm on it.
I'm also pretty much dead tomorrow, as I haven't done any of my homework. Oh well, I really just don't care all that much any more.
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next time you see her in the hallway give her the sexy eyebrows and say "pleasure to see you again ma'am"
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