bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- todd and oreos I've had two really weirdly psychic moments in the past two-wait-three days. i'm not going to bore you with them unless you really really wanna know. they're not spine-tingling or anything just 'huh...that's really weird' you know what i like about dogs? when they see eat other, most of the time, you can kinda see 'Hey! DOG!' on their faces and then they run over, happy happy, sniff sniff, lick lick. Why aren't humans like that? well, sans sniff and lick....why is it we're so awkward and afraid of people who could possibly be our friends? I bring this up because my younger brother todd was in town monday night. He had a job interview tuesday morning so he didn't want to go out, but i dragged him to the galaxy hut because, quite frankly, it's a place i feel comfortable. on the way there, we were talking about what he wants to do (something about being a tax consultant of online e-businesses) (i can't follow any of that business stuff, but i kinda got that) and he admitted how he is driven by money. and sucess. he was captain of the football team and blah blah blah....anyway, out of the blue, he asks me, 'so beth, what percentage of the people at this place am i going to be better than?'. Now, he was joking....i hope.....but 'better than' i think means 'how many people are like you...and how many like me'. isn't DNA amazing. we're both from the same gene pool, grew up under the same circumstances, yet the arrogant confidence this kid exudes could feed a small country. maybe that's what the on-line taxing people are looking for, i dunno. i didn't see anyone i knew at the galaxy hut, so when he said he'd rather not stay, i was ok with that. i drove him around the city, showed him my tiny apartment... there are 4 things i could do tonight. ruthie and the wranglers at theis rockabilly/honky tonk place on kennilworth ave/man or astroman at the black cat/will oldham at Now! or laundry. Know why i like laundry? the smell. you know what else is weird- this diary thing. when i first began this thing, it was for me. i knew that people had the opportunity to read it, but i didn't think anyone would. and then lindasy wrote to me, to i began to write for other people. i do enjoy writing. i don't think i do it enough. but this on line thing is so easy and nice. plus, i get pretty decent feedback, which is always nice for ye olde ego. um.....hm. can't connect any thoughts. think i'll just give up now. ps. don't be scared of the grinch oreo's. they're just green. they're still tasty. but it's ok if you hate jim carrey. 'cause lord knows i do. xoxo beth b. 22:44:26 - 2000-11-15 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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