Sometimes talking to people just fucking sucks.
Well. I am glad we had this little talk. Thanks for sharing.
Oh, not you. Of course. I love talking to you, mostly.
Mostly?
Can we get back to ME now?
Why yes, my Queen.
It’s funny you should call me that…
Oh lord. Here she goes.
Yeah yeah. So I was over in SE for some pho earlier and
You drove all the way to 82nd?
No, a friend did. Anyway. After lunch we
Where did you go?
HA&VL. It was really good. It isn’t really relevant to the story though.
Sorry.
You are not.
No, not really.
So after lunch, we went over to Fubonn to poke around the market.
That’s always fun.
I love Asian markets. So we wandered around and in the section with all of the altars, I almost bought one.
An altar?
Yeah.
Why?
They were shiny.
Ah.
My friend said I could put a picture of myself in one and put the altar to myself in my entry to freak people out. Or, you know get them to worship me. Whatever.
Uhhhhh.
No, I didn’t get one.
Are you sure?
Yes. I mean, I know I don’t have a religion myself but I do try not to mock anyone else’s. Or start my own.
That is a relief. I really wouldn’t want to have that conversation with you. Speaking of which, why do you think talking to people sucks?
What?
When you called you started on a rant about why talking to people sucks.
I did?
Yep.
You shouldn’t have interrupted me.
Why not?
Because now I don’t remember why.
Happy to have been able to help.
Rant killer.