my portion forever

Holllllllddd uppppppp.

Where the effing eff did effing January go?! EFF!

How was the interview? Let me just make one thing clear. I crushed on ONE white boy during my senior year in high school, and that's only because I saw him like...running one time...with the most beautiful chocolate Labrador...at the park...shirtless...with his white-boy hair...and sweaty chiseled white-boy abs...

He was certainly that all-American Ken-doll of a man that only appears on daytime drama series like Days of Our Lives as the successful, 30-year-old, bachelor surgeon who just also happens to be a sex addict.

Anyway, by the time I got to Moore Hall, my toes were so scrunched up at the bottom of my high-heel pumps that I had to sit down and stretch 'em out for a sec. You know what's the worst feeling ever? When you shove your battered feet back in those hellish pumps and start walking around in them again, acting like you're the biggest badass in town. I'd say the physical, mental, emotional, and spiritual pain is barbed enough to leave a...somewhat of a wholesome sting.

I rushed my way into the elevator, where a 5'10" white boy was patiently holding the doors for me. I tucked my bangs into my left ear and said, "Thanks, I appreciate it."

Buzzed cut hair, blue eyes, giant plugs, clean white shirt, cuffs folded to a 3/4 length, skinny black tie, gray corduroy pants, black belt, Northface backpack, black watch, leather bracelet, wrist tattoos. Attended Berkeley as an English major, 23-years-old, had never stepped foot outside of SF, flew in this morning, in LA for 2 more days, staying at Grandpa's, interested in teaching high school English. Ughhh he was too perfect. He must've been gay.

You know, it is amazing what our brain is capable of storing, and likewise capable of forgetting (i.e., I can't seem to recall his name at all!). But more importantly, it is amazing how much you can learn about a person in a 40-second elevator ride. It's a bummer that he was just so devilishly cute that by the time he asked me what I was here for, I was too busy picking up my eyeballs off the floor and popping them back into my head that our conversation hereafter became nothing but white noise to my ear.

Honestly, the interview was "aiite." But, I think I had a lot of fun. So, thank you Jesus, my portion forever.