Cheerios = sog.
Today I found wood chips in my toilet paper. I thought maybe it was one of those interesting moments in life where something so seemingly abnormal but so obviously normal hits you and you kind of laugh at the stupidity of your concern but keep thinking about this stupid insignificant part of the day. That was until I found another woodchip in a different roll, and realized that maybe the machines were faulty one time, and we happened to get a bag of unprocessed bumf.
It happened again though, it was one of those weird days, like thursday. Thursday was a foriegn day, it started out with the usual shadow traipsing behind, but it just continued being dark and kind of heavy. Its like the air was thick and moved at an extra slow speed, so you had to push through it with your mind with difficulty where your body just kind of made regular speed. Time of course went by slow as well, and everyone was kind of gloomy of course; it was a matinee at the theatre which are generally boring and labor-intensive depending on whos with you. Anyways, the point was, I saw a little girl running around lobby with one pink boot on. Just one. I dont know why it struck me as so odd, maybe because the boot was just so vibrant, or because I was confused as to where the other was. A while later I realized that she did indeed have two boots on, the other was merely hidden beneath a pant leg. Not so interesting anymore.
Its strange, but certain clocks remind me of different things. I bet a lot of people, although they glance at the clock kind of obsessively at times, never observe what the clock looks like. A lot of people probably do as well. Off-white ones with small cracked holes remind me of the kitchen and cleaning cupboards in the summer, Medium-sized square-handed metal-outlined clocks remind me of sitting in the break-room at work either trying to chew really quietly or only when theres noise because Annes reading or theres someone I’m not too aquainted with sitting there, or having weird conversations with a group in there which usually involves atleast one person getting offended. And cheerios almost always swell with milk.
Definately understand about Anne reading her book. So awkward. I try to make conversation, but it usually goes nowhere. Ever put sugar in your bowl of cheerios? I used to do that when I was a kid, when my mom didn’t buy Honey Nut Cheerios. Then you scrape the bottom when you’re done and get a big spoonful of sugar.
I’ve never seen so many random things packed into one piece of writing.
haha rachel the cheerios thing was so random. i think anne is a little bit crazy. anyone who is her age and is working at a theater with a bunch of young peeps like us must be. sitting on box office all day long, ezpecially in the matinees, with no one to really talk to. how sad. she can’t really relate to us. if she has any children, they’re older than us. heck she’s older than most of tha managers! i never really knew what to talk to her about either.. by the way, i hatee soggy cheerios! and that’s weird about the toilet paper. i never noticed
ezzzzzzzzzzzzzpecially..? hahaha.
my favorite was when your were talking about your masterplan to dispose of a dead body and she sat there looking at you in disbelief and looked around the room at all of and said, “you’re all sick!” and i had to leave to keep from laughing. ahh… good times in the break room…
oops. “at all of us and said”, not “at all of and said”. it’s late. forgive me?