"Whats Your Favorite Pavement Album" and other questions that I hate
so last night I met another one. one of those - "so, what kind of music do you listen to?" types - that will judge me before I spit out any sort of response that "was so five minutes ago".
why is it that last year I couldn't wait to find another person in Pittsburgh (may I remind you yet again that we are dealing with the city of iron & steel) who liked similar music and movies and now I am judging them for judging me?
i think its b/c i'm taking Dan's advice to heart. (Despite the fact that this is dan's friend that i am judging w/ his advice).
Now who is Dan & why am I taking his advice to heart?
He is none other than one of "the law clerks". At my place of employment. Which I fail to include in this blog entry for fear of google search results.
I love the law clerks, in case I've failed to mention this before. Today, we contemplated whether we can be a clique when law school starts (can we truly be exclusive? do we like each other that much?). Yesterday, we contemplated whether we are prepared to shit at work. (pros: getting paid to shit on the clock; cons: anonymity concerns, working in a poorly ventilated building...). Yesterday (earlier in the day), we chatted about female pubic hairs that symposium was probably entitled "to cut or not to cut - shapes and sizes: what looks good on me - and do I get my significant other involved".
And that is what I want in a friend. I want someone who doesn't care what I listen to on the radio (or if I even stoop that low to listen to the corporately-runned radio), what I wear, what I read, what I dig, what I don't dig. Those are all aesthetics. Sometimes its nice to have aesthetically pleasing friends (here I'm talking "friends that have the same tastes"...although, pretty people are good too). Yea, sometimes its nice to have them. But now? Now, I'm attracted (again, not in the physical sense) to people who are willing to get down and dirty and who love me no matter what is in my cd player.
why is it that last year I couldn't wait to find another person in Pittsburgh (may I remind you yet again that we are dealing with the city of iron & steel) who liked similar music and movies and now I am judging them for judging me?
i think its b/c i'm taking Dan's advice to heart. (Despite the fact that this is dan's friend that i am judging w/ his advice).
Now who is Dan & why am I taking his advice to heart?
He is none other than one of "the law clerks". At my place of employment. Which I fail to include in this blog entry for fear of google search results.
I love the law clerks, in case I've failed to mention this before. Today, we contemplated whether we can be a clique when law school starts (can we truly be exclusive? do we like each other that much?). Yesterday, we contemplated whether we are prepared to shit at work. (pros: getting paid to shit on the clock; cons: anonymity concerns, working in a poorly ventilated building...). Yesterday (earlier in the day), we chatted about female pubic hairs that symposium was probably entitled "to cut or not to cut - shapes and sizes: what looks good on me - and do I get my significant other involved".
And that is what I want in a friend. I want someone who doesn't care what I listen to on the radio (or if I even stoop that low to listen to the corporately-runned radio), what I wear, what I read, what I dig, what I don't dig. Those are all aesthetics. Sometimes its nice to have aesthetically pleasing friends (here I'm talking "friends that have the same tastes"...although, pretty people are good too). Yea, sometimes its nice to have them. But now? Now, I'm attracted (again, not in the physical sense) to people who are willing to get down and dirty and who love me no matter what is in my cd player.
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