I try to find the humor in the everyday. The fact that strange things tend to happen to me doesn't hurt either. This blog covers random thoughts and personal stories- from the taxi driver who played the flute WHILE driving to sending rash text messages while mercury is in retrograde (whatever that means). Normal stuff.
Tuesday, August 2, 2011
No, I'm not moving, Harlem Brian.
I met this dude at work last September and went back to his apartment and made out with him. Don't get all judgmental. This is a rarity and also who cares. The dude's name is Brian. He lives in Harlem. I call him Harlem Brian. During this time period, I was suffering from a crazy roommate and was considering moving. Since then, H.B. would RANDOMLY text me asking if I had moved. Every time I would respond "no, not moving." He came to a show in the spring and I was working. He came over, said hi, and asked "did you move?" "No, I'm not moving." I saw him tonight at a different show. He came over and said hi. Then he asked me "did you move?" NO HARLEM BRIAN. I DID NOT MOVE. I also am glad we are not dating because evidently you are an idiot!
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