dr. shil

i'm about to go to downtown with my entire family for a peace protest in front of the federal court house. i've never been to one, and my mother, who has been to several and lives for this, is super excited that i've finally decided to part ways with my incredible apathy. i think it will be a way interesting experience, at the very least. i'll have some stories when i get back.

elona and i went out to lunch yesterday afternoon, and i told her how strange i think it is that every single person in my life has a significant other. no one believes me when i say that, but it's true and it's bizarre. elona told me that "it's sad," but i'm going to pretend that she didn't because it's not sad for me. i'm having a really good time, and am only slightly annoyed that no one's going to be free on valentine's day to eat ice cream with me and watch "ghost."

last night, i worked in ackerman at one of the two dollar movies. julie and i had to sit in this crazy uncomfortable portable booth for four hours, which was really pleasant. at one point, one of the girls who was taking tickets at the door, and who doesn't work with us, handed me a note through the little hole at the bottom of the glass window in the booth. it read, and i'm quoting here because i saved the piece of paper just for this, "if the bum relaxing by the telephones has money to buy a ticket, should we allow him to? our peers won't be too happy when the stench pervades the ballroom." this was after she yelled about how much he smelled when he was in the room. julie and i didn't respond to the note at all, and, twenty minutes later when the homeless man came over to buy a ticket, he did indeed have two dollars, and i sold him a ticket. i don't pretend to be mother theresa, but come on, dude. that was probably the most demonic thing i've seen happen in a long time.

after i got home from work, my life was pretty much a repeat of the night before, with mad and i watching the tyra banks show on oxygen and eating gross old food we found around the apartment at 2 am. i also tried to sign myself up for another online dating website, match.com this time, but was foiled by the $161 price tag. i'm not about to pay that much money (or any, for that matter) so that i can giggle over some crazy peoples' profiles. so, now, i have even more reason to dislike dr. phil, who i was surprised to find endorses online personals when he's not talking all slow and being bald.