notes:
* can you believe Camus---the beautiful man---never lived to see 50? he never experienced what it would have been like to be an Existentialist at Middle Age, to gander at Half Century, to see his meaningless life literally at the top of the hill and looking not at the stars above but down at it from then on. at the downhill hill. not the X Games. that is a book or essay we all missed out on.
* Thomas's face was the original scary black moon-face from Instagram, right?
* Thomas: what are you doing?
Camus: well you're training uphill so i just want to experience that sensation...for my essay.
Thomas: yes but i drive myself, YOU don't drive me!
Camus: sorry, i just always wanted to be known as Camus Conductor. trains are much safer than cars you see...
* hen party at the outdoor café:
babe 1: what do we have here?
babe 2: yuck! a sweaty dirty shirt!
babe 1: no, the abs, numbnuts.
Mrs. Adams: here he comes.
babe 1: why is your ass in my face?
boy: i need to bend over to push the crossing signal light. oh, hi Mrs. Adams, say hi to Bryan for me, and tell him his music sucks. well, except for that song he did for that Robin Hood thing.
Mrs. Adams proceeds to sing "Please Forgive Me" all across the street corner.
Mrs. Adams: i'd still do him. i mean, someone's gotta take over the Felcity Huffman Desperate Housewife role, right?
* woman with hammer: i think i can...become an actually-cool Female Thor.
man at airport: where are the flying suitcases? i was promised flying suitcases by now.
woman going uphill: i think i can. get to make hearthands where i frame the sun at Golden Hour. look at the direction of the light on my face. dammit, the HOLLYWOOD sign got in the way of the shot!
only man at yoga: i just have to do a downward swan in front of these ladies, women like it when you take them to expensive restaurants and get the swan foil for the meat. and the mat.
woman at yoga: just train the camera on my butt, there you go, that's the only thing that matters.
man at yoga: there's always a yellow triangle over a puddle if this job doesn't work out.
man at yoga: my eyes are damn sexy...but Superman wore glasses, right?
* poolside woman: i've got 300 followers now.
catty mama: so what, bitch.
poolside woman: no, 300 followers on BLOGSPOT!!! that's impossible!!!
* white woman: choker?
black woman: you can't pull it off, you got giraffe neck.
white woman: we're no longer friends……...it's not a race thing...
* cleaning mom looking at her son's phone: my son's job description on LinkedIn reads Fortnite player?
son shouting from afar: what are you doing in my room? don't look at my posters!
mom: Crazy Town? come on, son, i dated that guy, that's how he got crazy.
son: i want to be a butterfly scientist.
mom: aren't you a closet atheist?
son: i believe in YOU, mom.
mom: damn that's slick. gets it from his father. where's your porn stash, son?
son: come on, mom.
mom: i'm not gonna look at it, i only want to find out if you're gay.
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happy weekend, my babies.
TOMORROW: hot cocoa from In-N-Out Burger. it's a fetish with me, i MUST know how various items taste like from various fast food joints. i have to know how KFC does peas like i have to know how In-N-Out does cocoa.
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And how was the In -N-out Cocoa? *)
THE MINI MARSHMALLOWS MELTED!!! THE BEST PART!!! by the time that cute GrubHub boy delivered my California burger and wildin' fries, they were all melted. and that cocoa tasted like...cocoa, but it was good *)
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