Here I am once again at the coffee shop, jobless, aimless, and procrastinating on the important things in life in a new town that's not so new anymore. I'm overhearing cute boys in Amanda Palmer shirts discuss the deeper meaning of Spawn and his role as an anti-hero. I think They Might Be Giants is playing (everything is conditional).
Last night I accompanied a boy from the internet grocery shopping because he didn't want to do it alone. After ringing up $143 worth of items in the self checkout (augh), he discovered he'd forgotten his card at home. I was left to stand with the cart and press “yes” for “do you want to continue?” messages for the next 20 minutes while he ran home. I want to make some joke about banal sex, except we didn't do it and aren't going to do it. I'll take what I can get when it comes to Chicago friends who didn't go to elementary school, high school, or college with someone I already know. A person can only befriend so many people from Stevens Point, Wisconsin before they break.
My boyfriend is a prick, but I've known that since meeting him five years ago and starting to date him two years ago. Everyone's a prick, myself included, so it works out.
Yesterday Pandora played The Decemberists covering Bjork's Human Behavior, which has to be one of the strangest things I've ever heard.
Well then, let's go get me a job.