That's what she said

"very good, but a little mechanical" was what the beautiful woman said to me in the elevator on our way down from where we had just finished. I took it as a compliment.
we had just left a marothon session of or english class. We were alone in the elevator and she said to me I think you're a good writer, very descriptive but a little mechanical in your style. I don't really know how to handle that kind of criticism, and what does "mechnical" mean anyway?
it was nice that she took the time to try and give me a compliment, and not the kind of insincere compliment you might give a stranger in an elevator, but a real compliment. She also said I was better as a character in class, which of course she is right. I enjoy writing and I so rarely get the opportunity outside of class to do it . But in the ebd it was just nice to get a compliment from a pretty lady.

That just tears it!

Over the last year I have been trying to be less judgemental, but I feel I can no longer remain silent. I saw a young woman wearing a shirt on the train today that was so vulgar it defies imagination. When I say young woman, I do not mean it in the way asshole teachers do, I am only trying to suggest that while this woman was an adult, she wasn't that old.
So what was this offending garment? It was a black tank top that said "I have the Pussy, I make the rules" can you believe that? I mean can you believe it at all. What would drive someone to announce to the such a base and corrupt ideology?

Hell yeah.

I feel great right. Even though I am smooshed here on the subway, the pleasant events of the day are buoying me emotionally.
My company now has "Summertime Fridays" Friday now only consists of 4 hours. And what did we do to deserve such a great reward? Nothing. Everybody loves summer is all. What an incredible concept. Just because it is time to go outside we get half a day off. Oh yeah!
Then in other news, it has been exam week, and tings have been stressful, but I think I have been doing pretty well. Tonight I had the last exam for the semester. I was pretty worried, because my performance on other tests and quizzes in that class have been inconsistent. The point is that in order to pass I needed to get at least 80% of the questions correct. In some of the practice exams I had been doing much worse, getting on 65% or 70% correct. So I rushed trough the test like I always do, but something felt different, I felt like I was in the zone. So with tepidation I turned in the exam, the teacher began grading while I awaited te results with baited breath. Finally she was done, and when she handed it to me she had a smile on her face. I couldn't tell if it is a proud smile or a pity smile, I was getting nervous. I couldn't bear to look, with great trepidation I took a furtive peek, and lo and behold it was a nearly perfect paper, only 1 wrong answer. A resounding success. It was a pretty decent day.

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Shoot Me

I had a truly remarkable experience yesterday, here are my remarks about it. Though my job is unrelated to the industry, I work in the fashion district. That is a market segment where you might expect to find quite a few nice looking people. Well on my way to lunch yesterday I was waiting for the elevator when it happened. The elevator arrived. Ding. The doors opened and standing in front of me was an elevator full of models, but not just any models blond Nordic models. It was awesome. Fucking awesome. But it gets better.
They started getting out, but only about half of them then I got on, and then the models that had gotten off the elevator decided they were on the wrong floor and proceeded to get back on. So there I was, in the middle of this throng of heavenly beauties. Do you know how smooth I was in that situation? As smooth as I always am when confronted with truly amazingly beautiful women, I was as smooth as chunky peanut butter, with all the grace of a drunk seven-toed hobo. Why do I say that, because the only thing I managed to say was...nothing. I was completely dumbstruck for like 20 minutes, I couldn't speak at all, long after I had left the elevator. Man I gotta work on my game. Just another example of how being religious was a terrible mistake. I haven't tried to put the moves on anyone seriously in like 3 years, my lady killer skills have totally atrophied. My charm is withering on the vine, all I have left is the ability to charm old ladies, and that isn't very hard at all, even Johnny5 can do that, and he is barely human. I have to start exercising my charm. Wish me luck, if all goes well I should be experiencing a long hot summer of debauchery.
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