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.