Celebubloggers and such.
Does anybody remember Jameth from UW? I randomly thought about him today so I looked up his lj and he's STILL BLOGGING. Like, a lot. He was still using made-up internet-speak and he still had this weird little group of people who eagerly and obsessively left messages about his posts. I don't get it, do they just sit at their computers and hit refresh every few seconds on his journal? It was creepy. I think he's like 35 now.
I've been chatting to JB about the move today. Did I mention I'm psyched? I got the hours I want, and I got a parking space in the garage (my own parking space DOWNTOWN for $75 a month! A STEAL!!!). To summarize our conversation:
I get to say goodbye to North Everett (the GAG) and it's scary townies and greasy homegirls with crunchy hair walking down Broadway in their McDonald's uniforms going to work, the horror that is the Buzz Inn, and driving an obscene distance through endless I-5 construction.
I get to say hello to Capitol Hill (Gay Mecca) and it's fabulous shops and people on Broadway, snotty Seattle U kids, hipster Seattle Central kids, a Jamba Juice, Organics to Go, AND Taco Guayamas within walking distance, and not having to take the freeway to work. Ever.
If my life were a musical right now, it would cut to a shot of me singing and walking down Broadway in my lab coat, and 5 large attractive gay men would suddenly appear and hoist me in the air and rainbow confetti would rain down on my face.
I've been chatting to JB about the move today. Did I mention I'm psyched? I got the hours I want, and I got a parking space in the garage (my own parking space DOWNTOWN for $75 a month! A STEAL!!!). To summarize our conversation:
I get to say goodbye to North Everett (the GAG) and it's scary townies and greasy homegirls with crunchy hair walking down Broadway in their McDonald's uniforms going to work, the horror that is the Buzz Inn, and driving an obscene distance through endless I-5 construction.
I get to say hello to Capitol Hill (Gay Mecca) and it's fabulous shops and people on Broadway, snotty Seattle U kids, hipster Seattle Central kids, a Jamba Juice, Organics to Go, AND Taco Guayamas within walking distance, and not having to take the freeway to work. Ever.
If my life were a musical right now, it would cut to a shot of me singing and walking down Broadway in my lab coat, and 5 large attractive gay men would suddenly appear and hoist me in the air and rainbow confetti would rain down on my face.