Location: 14:00 yest, having sushi on Amsterdam
Music: Hold Tight. Oh, she said, any way you want it.
Been dealing with this accountant who seems to know nothing about accounting. Reminds me of a conversation had with AAA a few years ago.
Me: I need someone to come tow my car.
Her: We can’t do that right now.
Me: Miss, that’s like my going into Burger King, asking for a burger and you saying, Oh we don’t have burgers. It’s your purpose.
Her: S’cuse me, what?
Me: Sweetie, it’s your purpose. It’s like a condom. It only has one purpose; should it fail in that purpose, it’s raison d’etre‘s moot.
Her: (annoyed) I don’t get it and I’m not your sweetie!
Me: Well, not with that attitude, you’re not…
I’d call this accountant a *complete* idiot, but that’d give him too much credit.
Met up with my friend Steele for lunch. He’s getting married. Asked him if he was ok with being with one person for the resta his life.
Him: Well, in addition to finding her attractive, I get along with her and her family.
Me: Is that enough?
Him: (thinking) Think of the hottest girl in the world.
Me: OK, done.
Him: Somewhere out there, there some guy thinking, I’m totally tired of ____ing her.
Him: Getting along well…that’s a lot right there.
YASYCTAI: Been spending a lotta time figuring out my purpose here. Dunno what it is yet. Do you? (dunno/2 pts)