So far, the highlight of my morning has been falling on the escalator. They stopped the escalators in Chinatown, thus forcing me to walk up it. I tripped, pitched forward, and got scrape marks just above my ankle for my troubles. I felt bad for the old man behind me, holding his hand out in seeming supplication. After informing him that I was just fine, I limped the rest of the way to the platform.
Last night, I met Jason. He's a really nice guy. He also seems to have little in the way of a life outside the chat rooms, but who am I to criticize? Don't start prettying yourselves up yet, girls. He's icky looking. He's a bit lacking in the chin area, and his hair is that odd super-curly texture that you don't often see in anyone. He's also got the lamest sense of humor I have ever encountered.
I'm not going to attack him though, because he's Dirk's friend. And Dirk needs friends. (Especially male ones, so I don't go into a jealous rage and kill him.)
Our waiter at Chi-Chi's was interesting. He was from another country (I want to say Nigeria, but I'm not that good with accents), and he was preternaturally interested in the state of our meal. He creeped me out. At one point, he kept telling us where he was going to go, but his accent made it hard to understand what he was saying. What I meant to say, when he was out of earshot, was, "What's he saying? He's going back to his home planet?" Thus implying that the man was an extraterrestrial.
What came out was, "What's he saying? He's going back to his homeland?" This elicited shocked laughter. What was meant as an innocent joke became a slur upon all immigrants. I should be ashamed of myself.
My browser is fucking up again.
I also talked to Matt last night, the guy nice enough to sign my guestbook twice, and send me an e-mail that I just couldn't respond to (not through any fault of his). I'm not sure I asked him enough questions. I'll remember to pester him more thoroughly later. "...from Zanzibar to Berkley Square. But Patty's only seen the sights a girl can see from Brooklyn Heights, what a crazy pair...." I'm never forgetting that.
My mother's cat, Jello, has developed an interesting new habit. She chews on cardboard boxes. Seriously, she sets her teeth in the cardboard, and starts wiggling her head back and forth, to tear bite-sized chunks out of the cardboard. Much like a crocodile tearing chunks out of a carcass. I don't know why she's doing this. Perhaps she's suffering self-esteem problems because every time I see her, I refer to her as "little rat." She looks like a pudgy, oversized, rat.
Yesterday was fun. My pantyhose was riding down all afternoon. And they just kept stretching. I'd hike them up repeatedly, only to have the odd little control-top black part peeking out from under the edge of my skirt again.
Okay, it's definitely been a week. I'm wondering if C–‘s ever coming back.