Upon returning to the swank apartment my friend was house sitting, we drank more and played Cranium, but only the acting cards like charades but with humming sometimes. All I know is that if I can ever afford the beautiful fixtures and furnishings I saw last night, all my other dreams will probably have came true already. It's almost my birthday so I guess I have to start formulating the perfect wish.
I digress, today was Father's day. After work, my family went to my Grandad's house for dinner. For once I left my phone at home. Hoping to be greeted by jovial texts from my homegurls, or maybe even my man, I got slapped in the face by the universe. Months, and months, and months after corning me on the bus and accosting me until I gave him my number to be his "class contact" in a second year psyc class in September, this creepy older guy decided to ask me where to buy recycled wallets out of juice and wrappers and containers and shit. Out of the freaking blue. Basically internest, trust in me when I say that if a girl doesn't contact you for months, does not reply to to your invite to your housewarming party a month after your class together is over, and never contacts you again after, she is not interested.
Why do people in general decide that it is okay to talk to strangers? Working in retail is a good way to become disenchanted with friendliness. I suspect desperate loneliness in people that corner sales associates and those adjacent to them on buses.