Act natural

( Friday, Aug. 22, 2003 11:39 am )

>Knocking the trash off the roof

Hiya there, sorry for the long delay again. I actually starting writing an entry about 5 days ago, but then I realized I was too tired to write, because the first sentences were boring me to tears. Kind of like these ones.

Anyway, to bring you up to speed on my week, I worked a lot. My main accomplishment was purchasing crappy tickets for the Red Sox/Phillies game on Labor Day for me and C. C. is from around Boston, and really likes the Red Sox. I didn't actually realize how much until I emailed him about the tickets and he emailed back in all caps about "Red Sox Nation." The thing is, you always start out thinking you're dating a nice sensitive lad who likes foreign film and books with women as protagonists, and then eventually it comes out that they like sports and explosions and strip clubs and video games just like the rest of them. Not necessarily a bad thing, it's just that I keep waiting for the other shoe to drop and the accoustic guitar to appear.

Last night I got home from work and Juney asked me to take out our garbage (she puts on pajamas around, like, 7 pm). Being a lazy bastard, I suggested that she throw it out our bathroom window instead, allowing it to land in our alleyway, in the general vicinity of the garbage cans. So this is what we did, although I had to say "Hmm, that's odd. Sounded like it hit something on the way down." June stuck her head out and noticed that we had cleverly thrown our horrible, smelly garbage right onto a bit of protruding roof over one of Landlady Ellie's bay windows. Hence I spent a bit of last night standing in Ellie's bathtub, with June holding open E's bathroom window and me leaning out, trying to disloge our garbage bag with the plunger. I'm telling you, at this point I would never want to live without a roommate.

And I forgot to note, I went to the last baseball game with Juney, and we had such a good time! Good seats, plenty of beer and fried goodness, and shouting at all the players. Yahoo, I lurve June.

Oh, I forgot the worst thing. I've been spending pretty much every day with C. this week. It's been nice except we got into an argument the other night, about mp3s. I forgot if I mentioned to you that he is so honest that he does not download mp3s, because it is stealing. And he periodically goes on and on about this, even though he knows I do download music. It's just such a ridiculous thing, but it began to irk me that he's essentially telling me I'm a bad person. I think maybe I snapped a little when he began comparing himself to an abolitionist. "So you're really sticking with that as a metaphor?" I ask you. Actually, I ask him. I'm not a very good arguer. I thought of some good refutations, but only after he fell asleep. Felt better in the morning though.

And today is my day off! Hooray!

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