another reluctant expat
Don't worry...my blog is 1,000 times more boring than yours...and I'm charming as all shit in real life. I can charm even the stoniest thing...possibly stones if required. I'm so charming, that when I talk about Plath, people tune in...and pretend to give a fuck! It's amazing!
I don't know what your talking about Liz. It's not stop excitment whenever we hang out. Let's spend three hours looking for a thai food place, chain smoke, get frustrated, and watch me cry.
Burndog -- Your blog is totally charming. I'm not charming at all. And I actually am boring. But it's fine, because enough people like me as it is. If I was any less boring, too many people would try to talk to me, and I might become an even bigger hermit in response. Mike -- Haha I don't know what you're talking about. Every single day we've spent together has been absolutely riveting.
Who else am I going to get drunk with and start reading Hunter Thompson out loud and won't smack me to stop? At least until the right moment.I just read the term "billfold" in a short story.
Well who else would put up with my drunken umbrella poking and "ya!"ing without kicking over my barstool? Haha. I even teach dialects now...
One o these days we'll be on the same continent again kiddo. Drinking terrible beer and hitting each other with umbrellas.
South America, please?
I'll meet ya there.How soon?
I don't think your blog or the life you describe are boring at all! Since I found it recently, it's become the highlight of my day.But I am the queen of boring (and uber proud of it), so my perspective is highly skewed. It's like how after eating gluten free stuff for two years, I can no longer tell when something will taste like sh!t to other people. But for what it's worth, love your blog.
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