Tuesday, August 28, 2007

iTard.

Out of all the things that were said to me several weeks ago, being called an "iTard" stuck with me the most. Not sure why. But...you know...

So, yeah. I sat across from her while she drank her iced coffee and listened to her talk about getting/not getting books, jobs, interesting classes, boring classes, female math teachers, her desire to have her old coffee mug back...all the while I am noticing just how green her eyes are. How piercing they are. How odd it is that I never noticed this before. And she totally knew what a McDLT was. I didn't even have to explain it. I just said something about keeping the hot side hot and the cool side cool. She understood it.

And she made sure I had a pillowcase.



This is me sitting at work. Not working. Interesting dynamic. Not that interesting, really.