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I'm a bad boy scout
May. 18th, 2005 05:47 pmI wasn't prepared.
This morning I groggily threw on any old thing, 'cause in my sleep-addled mind I thought, yeah, I'm riding the bus, but who's gonna see me? Like I need to dress to impress that cabal of people with no brain-to-mouth quality control. (Same three. On my bus. Every frelling day. Clinging to the belief that their brother's trip to Home Depot or some such shit is worthy of loud discussion. But I digress.)
But my friend had to run to the yuppie grocery store, and since getting good vegan food from MS Dining Services is like pulling teeth, I went too, to partake of their nummy deli. And working the sandwich counter was seriously the Most Beautifullest Boy Ever. This man was so lovely that the phrase "not even in spitting distance of gainfully employed" winged its way out of my vocabulary. And me all grungy. Literally and as a fashion genre. D'OH.
This morning I groggily threw on any old thing, 'cause in my sleep-addled mind I thought, yeah, I'm riding the bus, but who's gonna see me? Like I need to dress to impress that cabal of people with no brain-to-mouth quality control. (Same three. On my bus. Every frelling day. Clinging to the belief that their brother's trip to Home Depot or some such shit is worthy of loud discussion. But I digress.)
But my friend had to run to the yuppie grocery store, and since getting good vegan food from MS Dining Services is like pulling teeth, I went too, to partake of their nummy deli. And working the sandwich counter was seriously the Most Beautifullest Boy Ever. This man was so lovely that the phrase "not even in spitting distance of gainfully employed" winged its way out of my vocabulary. And me all grungy. Literally and as a fashion genre. D'OH.
