Everything's terrible/organic farming/race relations
Okay, so here's a mini-update on my humiliating life. First, I have been searching for a job that doesn't involve suits, excessive A/C, shitty coffee, or jokey e-mail broadcasts. I have found two organic farming internships, but they naturally don't pay very much, you know, MONEY-wise. The first guy's name is Rob, and I spoke with him this afternoon. He is just SO weird that I may be in love with him, all talking about his seven strains of garlic and such.
I took a long walk with the O-man, around Lake Wingra where all the homeless dudes get together to drink and shoot. I seriously don't give a shit what they do; as a die-hard Democrat I vote to increase funding to help these wretched slobs every chance I get. But I would really, REALLY like to be able to take a walk without having my body described to me in lurid detail. I understand that black men prefer "a big backyard," so to speak, but I don't need to be reminded of what, in my culture, is considered a BIG (haha) shortcoming. Honestly, a white man will never follow you, saying, "Now THAT'S a big ass," because 1) he doesn't think it demands applause but correction; and 2) he appreciates that it's totally humiliating. My friend Sarah, whose ass is exponentially bigger than mine, was unfortunate enough to walk past a black man with a microphone on Landsdowne Street in Boston; said man followed her, chanting, "Now THAT's a BIG ASS!" until she broke down in tears.
I guess what I'm saying is, regardless of your sexual preferences, try to be a little considerate. If I had a fetish for acne scars, you FO SHO would not catch me hanging out at the bus stop yelling out to otherwise attractive people "DAMN, YOU GOT SOME ACNE SCARS! THAT LOOOK GOOOOOOOOODDDDD!"
Lastly, the O-man got into a scrap with a pit bull today. Honestly, I don't know what it will take to make him act like a normal dog. We pulled them apart by the legs, and I didn't notice (despite screening him) the puncture wound under his left front arm until about an hour ago. So tomorrow we head to the vet again.
Everything's terrible. Tune in for back-blogs on Tokyo, later.
I took a long walk with the O-man, around Lake Wingra where all the homeless dudes get together to drink and shoot. I seriously don't give a shit what they do; as a die-hard Democrat I vote to increase funding to help these wretched slobs every chance I get. But I would really, REALLY like to be able to take a walk without having my body described to me in lurid detail. I understand that black men prefer "a big backyard," so to speak, but I don't need to be reminded of what, in my culture, is considered a BIG (haha) shortcoming. Honestly, a white man will never follow you, saying, "Now THAT'S a big ass," because 1) he doesn't think it demands applause but correction; and 2) he appreciates that it's totally humiliating. My friend Sarah, whose ass is exponentially bigger than mine, was unfortunate enough to walk past a black man with a microphone on Landsdowne Street in Boston; said man followed her, chanting, "Now THAT's a BIG ASS!" until she broke down in tears.
I guess what I'm saying is, regardless of your sexual preferences, try to be a little considerate. If I had a fetish for acne scars, you FO SHO would not catch me hanging out at the bus stop yelling out to otherwise attractive people "DAMN, YOU GOT SOME ACNE SCARS! THAT LOOOK GOOOOOOOOODDDDD!"
Lastly, the O-man got into a scrap with a pit bull today. Honestly, I don't know what it will take to make him act like a normal dog. We pulled them apart by the legs, and I didn't notice (despite screening him) the puncture wound under his left front arm until about an hour ago. So tomorrow we head to the vet again.
Everything's terrible. Tune in for back-blogs on Tokyo, later.
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