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I do not know what Johari is, because it won't let me into the site no matter who links to it. And I'm terribly curious, because everyone is linking to it.
At the bus stop today:
Random guy: Got any small change?
Guy sitting next to me that looks kind of like Johnny Depp only black and with longer eyelashes: Nope.
Random guy: Got any small change?
Me: Sorry.
Random guy: *moves on*
Guy sitting next to me that looks kind of like Johnny Depp only black and with longer eyelashes: *in a quietly amused kind of voice* I used to work at the mental institution that guy escaped from five years ago.
That totally made my day. That and Sailor in his pink suit jacket and fluffy cravat at the Valentine's Day party. I swear, with the pink and the cravat and the bow-tie and the long hair- if he were ten years older, I'd think he was a pimp. Skylar came back from the party with us, and he and Clay are out in the living room doing their video games.
I have so much to write about from this weekend, and so much to do with the application and the FAFSA, and I have homework, and it's twenty minutes to midnight. I got very little sleep last night and nearly fell asleep at work, so I'm going to opt for the eight-hour night and pay the consequences tomorrow.
(BTW, I have now skimmed my flist from the past two days, and I think everyone who regularly posts more than once a week has posted a link to this Johari thing. *paws at site* Let me in!)
At the bus stop today:
Random guy: Got any small change?
Guy sitting next to me that looks kind of like Johnny Depp only black and with longer eyelashes: Nope.
Random guy: Got any small change?
Me: Sorry.
Random guy: *moves on*
Guy sitting next to me that looks kind of like Johnny Depp only black and with longer eyelashes: *in a quietly amused kind of voice* I used to work at the mental institution that guy escaped from five years ago.
That totally made my day. That and Sailor in his pink suit jacket and fluffy cravat at the Valentine's Day party. I swear, with the pink and the cravat and the bow-tie and the long hair- if he were ten years older, I'd think he was a pimp. Skylar came back from the party with us, and he and Clay are out in the living room doing their video games.
I have so much to write about from this weekend, and so much to do with the application and the FAFSA, and I have homework, and it's twenty minutes to midnight. I got very little sleep last night and nearly fell asleep at work, so I'm going to opt for the eight-hour night and pay the consequences tomorrow.
(BTW, I have now skimmed my flist from the past two days, and I think everyone who regularly posts more than once a week has posted a link to this Johari thing. *paws at site* Let me in!)
