A thread in a week's worth of fabric
After feeling like the will to live was just completely beaten out of me yesterday, I am surprisingly much more upbeat today. After two weeks, I've finally got the volume setting on my alarm clock perfect. If you will indulge my OCD for a moment, it was actually a painstaking process. Every night before bed I would turn the volume dial two and a half notches counter-clockwise, only to discover that it would still induce much too much of a spastic jolt in the morning. But on this fateful day, only a mere thirteen days into this experiment, I was awoken quite gently to the soothing sounds of Coldplay. It's a silly thing to be excited about, but thus is the extent of anything exciting in my life. :-)
And so I will end my entry today with a bit of well meaning advice for the guys out there (or I suppose, to be perfectly fair, girls as well) in your quest for the perfect pick-up line. In the ideal scenario you wouldn't have to formulate one. But, if in the off chance that you do indeed decide that a cheesy opener is what you need to attract the opposite sex, please, under NO circumstance use the line: "hey freshness, why don't you come over here and be my precious?" Let me minutely dissect what is wrong with the prior sentence: first and foremost, if you're a mildly creepy looking person, you should not approach someone on the street in the middle of the night and say this. Second, if the order of reactions that you get after uttering these words is one of confusion, then disdain, and then finally fear and trepidation, you should definitely not "try and try again". I cannot stress this point enough. That's all for now; I just wanted to give my two cents worth of advice out of a personal experience from last night.
posted by Sheila @ 9/16/2004 07:26:00 AM
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