wednesday january 6 2002    |    8:27 p.m.

funny how the most outwardly innocuous day can suddenly take a turn for the eventful.

take today. the morning started out completely blah. i was on the deserted register at work, the one sequestered all the way in the back by the discount book bin, away from the bustle of the café and the operations of chicagoboy, who does mags. not exactly heartening. plus i was late to work and was told to "get back on b&n time" by the playboy manager. beh.

but on my lunch break, as i was sitting outside with the requisite coffee and cigarette, this completely random dude comes up to me and asks me if i mind some conversation. he looked harmless enough and i was bored so i said no problem. so the dude, whose name is bernardo, and i sat and smoked and chatted for the entire hour of my break. and i think i'm getting a sublime bootleg out of it, since we discovered we share an unconditional love for this overwhelmingly underrated band (my favorite, by the way). right.

i had some very nice old ladies call me "sweetheart" and "darling" and "honey," which is always lovely -- i think i miss my grandma, who's still living in her little apartment all the way in barcelona. anyway, yes, that made me happy. nobody yelled at me today, either, and that's also good.

my cute coworker boy j___ did the flirty thing again today, and told me he's a dj -- "NOT house," he told me importantly, "breakbeats," as if i knew what that is in the first place -- and that he's going to make me a cd. another one! score.

so after work as i was waiting for my mother to come pick me up, chicagoboy happened to come outside for a few minutes, we talked, and oh i was all smiles. all the small details -- too silly and embarrassing, even for me, to write down in here, but yeah, he makes my days. i don't think that's so bad. i can't not be happy around him. oh sigh.

and then! my cellphone rings, which is still startling after a month and a bit of having it, and it's patrick, whom i haven't spoken to in over a month. (by the way, "whom" should be struck from dictionaries everywhere, and rendered obsolete. wholly useless. who's with me?) i think he just needed to talk, and so in an hour or so we're going out for drinks. who am i to say no to my oldest closest-friend? it's a strange transcendent thing. no matter what crap we put ourselves through, i can't really think of something that would cut off ties completely. although i think distance is a very good thing for us. very good. as we become our own people and tolerate each other less -- maybe that should be indulge and not tolerate. but anyway, it's a complicated thing, like any relationship, and so i'll stop talking about it.

fine, ok, that was eventful for ME. oh and also these two punkass fifteen-year-old skateboarders came to sit with me and show off doing (very poorly, but enthusiastically carried out) skateboard tricks as i sat waiting for my ride home. cute as hell trying to act all bad and cool and really just exposing the little kidness instead. i like punkass kids. so i must've been giving out talk-to-me vibes or something today, seriously. very random random-stranger eventfulness.

i just felt like writing. you know?