The New Jerusalem

I never know what to do on dates. I always just wish I had some glass animals to play with.

I wish my good ideas were trite enough to be marketable. no one gets swept away by a thought that requires numerous sub-paragraphs and flow-charts.

I hate instant messaging someone you like. I hate ever time the bar starts flashing yellow and it could be something you absolutely don't want to hear. at least in person they have to deal with the physical reality of you. It's so much easier to be a dick to a java applet.

If you meet someone, and the truth is something they absolutely cannot give you, is it still the truth?

I want to participate in a velvet revolution of some sort.

So i instant messaged a guy i had sex with last week and he legitimately had no idea who i was. I'm completely comfortable being unloveable and reprehensible, but one'd at least hope i was memorable.

I hate my co-workers. actually, i probably shouldn't say that as they don't actually work so much as they do waste time and instant message other lesbians. They don't do anything, which is fine, except part of me is always slightly scared people won't realize i'm amazing, so i get pissed off when shitty, shoddy work has my name attached to it, so i try to make stuff happen.

but it doesn't.

I'm getting way better at being comfortable with shittiness.

Jarred's grandmother actually fled the nazis, which, no one's going to argue that was a bad idea, because nazi germany wasn't exactly the most jew-friendly of places. The trouble is that jarred's grandmother fled to the belgian congo, which is a very nice place, i'm sure, what with its copper mines and tapioca industry it's a wonderful place to live. I just wonder why, if you're a jew fleeing the nazis, what makes the congo your first choice? New York, Palastine, these are jewy places to flee. The congo not so much. Jews don't really do that well in the jungle. You know how eskimos have three hundred words for snow? jews have over three hundred words to use to complain about how humid it is.

Jews can't live in the jungle. we've lived in cities for the past 1000 years, and we've completely lost all of our natural adaptations to deal with wild animals. Like, an irate baboon isn't going to be scared by you threatening to sue it in federal court.

My friend jarred's grandmother lived through the holocaust, and he can't shut up about it. You know, I'm jewish. My grandmother lived through the holocaust, too. Sure, she was in Arkansas, but is that much better? At the end of the war nobody liberated her. There were no GIs with chocolate bars outside of Fayetteville. My grandma had to liberate herself the old-fashioned way, marrying an alcoholic indian and moving to bakersfield.