healthy shit talking

A few days ago, amongst hearing of ridiculously boring, mind you RIDICULOUSLY boring, excerpts of some stupid fucking book about being an "emotional" writer, a folded piece of lined paper slipped onto my desk via the boy sitting next to me. This particular boy had complemented my shared writing, and his writing was sort of similar to mine. I unfolded the note and it said something like, "I really liked your essay blah blah, this class is lame."

due to the fact that I agreed with him and myself enjoyed his writing, I wrote him back. This continued for the duration of the class and in that short period of time we were able to talk a whole lot of shit about the other kids in the class and the teacher who always appears to be on acid or something.

This particular boy and I conversed shortly outside of class. He is somewhat funny and somewhat smart and has an interesting style about him, real old school.

The next class he sat beside me again and again a note was slipped onto my desk. We continued a sort of shit-talking-writing club for the entire class and I’m pretty sure the professor is well aware of our note passing. she glares at us sometimes and it feels like I’m in Jr. High again or someshit. After the class we walked together and laughed a bit and I feel a sort of friendship with him. He’s cynical and dark and gets my sense of humor. I asked him if he had a myspace page and we proceeded to talk shit about the myspace epidemic and then he said "yeah, I do". I told him to write down his name for me but instead he wrote down his phone number and handed it back.

I’m not entirely sure this boy is gay but I sort of think he is. I get that gay vibe from him. You know the one. If he’s not gay I think he may have a crush on me which is sort of fucked up ’cause that hasn’t happened since, like, high school or something.

Interesting nonetheless. We have been e-mailing cynical blurbs over myspace about our evenings and workdays and such and it’s kind of cool to have a writing buddy again. Kind of cool that I even kind of sort of made a friend at school who is not stupid and/or ugly.

You know whose ugly? lots of people I see on a daily basis. especially some of the dogs I groom. shihtzus I believe to be fucking hidious. especially when they have, like, no teeth or one eye or lots of matts or something.

sacha cleaned the house before I got a chance to and now I have to feel guilty about not doing it first. but I will fold the laundry bitches, oh yes, I will fold the laundry.

our roommate is due to move in in the upcoming week and then it’s going to be awkward. or perhaps not awkward. maybe it will be fun. and we’ll all play scrabble together and get drunk off the expensive vodka that she will pay for but we will drink and then we will feel guilty ’cause we’re broke and she’ll say "oh, don’t worry about it" but really she’ll be thinking "fucking mooches" and that will inturn lead to AWKWARD.

some may say my computer is low on virtual memory. that’s because it is constantly telling me that. and I am like "fuck sarnie shut up and get your own fucking memory. I don’t know how to fix you." and sarnie crys tears of invisible electronic microchips. I don’t treat her like I should. Maybe I will get her a bottle of wine to make up for it.