I was working yesterday (first full real cash shift in over a year) and a bunch of people I vaguely know came by. Shirine's Paul, Will's Antoine. I was grateful to certain degrees that they saw me as a cashier and not as a bagger. Makes me feel all accomplished-like, sort of.
The main bit, though, was this one instance. Out of the corner of my eye, I caught this girl in line at my cash kissing her boyfriend. She was tall and had that—that—hair and in just that one second (maybe less) I was just so fucking angry. It wasn't her, obviously. Lots of girls in Montreal probably look like that from out the corner of my eye. It just scared me how emotional I was able to get about it so quickly. I guess I'm still not unbroken again yet. I need to keep working on stuff like that.
I keep toying with the idea of dropping ENGL-227.
We'll see, I guess.
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Will's Renee too. She lives in your neighborhood and noticed that you "switched supermarkets." It is so strange to me that you both know of each other, but have never really met.
that is weird. i bet we'll meet someday and ... nothing interesting will transpire.
also today i met someone for the first time after face-stalking her a few days ago. it was the trippiest experience. i spent the first five minutes trying to place her because i had no clue why i knew the face.
(note to self: do not face-stalk people. it is bad.)
actually, d.fo. and i just spent 30 minutes facebook stalking all the hipsters we know. she likes your haircut.
p.s. i like that you used trippy as an adjective. way to bring back the sixties!
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