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I forgot to mention that on Friday night while walking in Lakeview wiht Melanie, I walked right past K___ who was with some friend. It was very weird. It was twilight time, so pretty dark but no streetlights yet, and we were talking and they were talking, and I almost didn't notice her until the last minute. She didn't notice me at all. It wigged me out a bit, and the whole weekend I talked about how now the "gate might be open" and I'm going to run into her all the time (I spent the last 6 months never seeing her at all, even though we live 10 blocks away from each other and work 10 blocks away from each other).

Well, the gate is open.

Guess who was on the train this morning when I boarded at 8:10 am?

K___.

She was sitting on the other side of the train (she was sitting forward, I was sitting on the same side, but sideways) and there were lots of people between us, so I didn't even have to really act like I didn't see her. Then at Belmont, I saw this person out of the corner of my eye heading toward me, and I knew it was her -- she went out of her way to use the door by me -- and she tapped me on the knee and waved. I smiled, acted surprised (ha) and said "hey, how's it going", then I just looked straight ahead and kept my headphones on. She did a pretty good job of timing it so there was just enough time to say hi, then exit the train. Very little awkwardness.

This is good though, because the more encounters I have like this, the less weirdness that occurs. I was even imagining how year from now I might take a trip to NYC and I'd call her up and got to coffee with her and I could envision it being pleasant. I would sort of describe our dynamic now as "friend of a friend" -- every time we see each other we say "hey how's it going? how's this? how's that?" but we never actually call each other up and do anything together. I'm definitely ok with that.

In other news, why is the new legal intern super cute???? Damn him. And damn my boy-crushes paired with body insecurities. But whatever. Crushes can still be fun.

I got to work at 8:45 for the second day in a row -- woo-hoo! I'm starting to get the hang of it. Maybe I'm even becoming a morning person, because I've even been in a great mood. To celebrate, I'm going to postpone writing about a particular pet peeve of mine until later this afternoon.
Stay tuned for rant on an annoying linguistic misnomer said by annoying yuppies (and others)! I'm sure you can't wait.

That's so ghetto.

Shut the fck up. Please don't say such stupid isht around me, ignorant bastards. I don't understand this new phenomenon where a bunch of white middle- and upper- class clueless mthafcker's deem something as "ghetto" because they find something to be 'lower-class', 'cheap', 'classless', 'low-class', 'trashy', 'run-down', or whatever other offensive adjective.

Over the weekend, someone described a hotel room she stayed in near Death Valley as "ghetto" because it was old, dirty, smelly, the bed had 3 legs and there were bats in the room. I loudly informed her that that was far from ghetto because there are no fcking bats in the fcking ghetto. Know why? Because "ghettos" are urban. At least get the terminology correct. I probably wouldn't care as much if they actually got if fcking right. If I showed up drinking a pink slushie that I got to counteract my blue mouth from a blowpop and you call my ass "ghetto", I would probably laugh and not care as much. But it's still problematic. So just don't fcking say it. Think before you speak. Quit co-opting isht that isn't yours and trivializing it.

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