"She wants to be the center of attention, which is impossible around me because I'm so articulate and funny."
- Bonnie, a sassy hipster friend, sizing up her competition
Here's a riddle: Two young men were on a zip line tour with me today. They looked almost identical. They said they weren't twins, neither identical nor fraternal, but they were brothers born to the same mother and of the same father on the same day. They were born one minute apart. But they weren't twins. So what gives? Here's a BIG hint. They had the rest of us stumped for 20 minutes before they spilled the beans.
Got some disappointing news today. An affaire de couer, as per uzh. You know that feeling when you're leaving the house and you're sure you've forgotten something, but you don't know what? Like, it wasn't a problem because you were in the house with the thing, but now you're leaving and suddenly it's your last chance. You don't need it, which is why you can't remember what it is, but you know you might and kills you to think you'll be caught unprepared. Like it was something that could have been taken care of— a packed lunch, an overdue book, a special key— but now you're walking out the door and it hasn't been and now it's too late. And, really, what I'm talking about is that moment after you've closed the door, as you're walking to yourcar bike, when you're waiting for the thing to pop back into your head (always, of course, of it's own volition) and you want to know if it'll be important enough to go back for. Will it be worth being late to work because this nameless thing on the edge of your consciousness is so critical that you're doomed without it? Every second spent continuing to leave grows more excruciating because you know there's something. You're poised, on edge— ready to spring back up the stairs the moment it clicks... but it's hopeless. The thought won't come because there was never anything to remember. All that's left is the sinking fear of a missed opportunity. Well, I had a moment like that the other day getting on train. I just remembered what I forgot.
Someone is going to have to tell me if the new Death Cab for Cutie album is good or bad, or if they've sold out or come back, or what. I've listened to it twice and I don't know what's going on. I think I'm thinking of the Postal Service. Anyway, I kind of like it, which is probably a bad sign for them.
- Bonnie, a sassy hipster friend, sizing up her competition
Here's a riddle: Two young men were on a zip line tour with me today. They looked almost identical. They said they weren't twins, neither identical nor fraternal, but they were brothers born to the same mother and of the same father on the same day. They were born one minute apart. But they weren't twins. So what gives? Here's a BIG hint. They had the rest of us stumped for 20 minutes before they spilled the beans.
Got some disappointing news today. An affaire de couer, as per uzh. You know that feeling when you're leaving the house and you're sure you've forgotten something, but you don't know what? Like, it wasn't a problem because you were in the house with the thing, but now you're leaving and suddenly it's your last chance. You don't need it, which is why you can't remember what it is, but you know you might and kills you to think you'll be caught unprepared. Like it was something that could have been taken care of— a packed lunch, an overdue book, a special key— but now you're walking out the door and it hasn't been and now it's too late. And, really, what I'm talking about is that moment after you've closed the door, as you're walking to your
Someone is going to have to tell me if the new Death Cab for Cutie album is good or bad, or if they've sold out or come back, or what. I've listened to it twice and I don't know what's going on. I think I'm thinking of the Postal Service. Anyway, I kind of like it, which is probably a bad sign for them.
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