Over drinks at the Algonquin
"How the hell do I manage this every damned time?"
"What?"
"Every time I put my iPod away, I somehow manage to get the cords impossibly tangled and twisted and have to spend five minutes doing THIS crap. (laboriously disentangling cables) No matter how neatly I put it away in the drawer, it's always like THIS when I take it back out. (holds up iPod and tangled mass of earphone cables for emphasis) It's like my superpower or something. The crappiest superpower ever. Well, maybe not the crappiest. I could have superfarts that could level buildings to the ground."
"How about if you couldn't control the farts and you just kept knocking buildings down all the time? Now THAT would be the crappiest superpower ever."
(reflective pause) "Yeah, I think you're right."
posted by PartTimeNorwegian @ 11:01 PM
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That sounds like a conversation I would have too, sadly enough. Actually I've been having a series of odd conversations since I got to college. I thought my Waldorf friends were odd, but I think my college friends could give them a run for their money. Wow... actually I wish I could get paid for all the ridiculously weird and frightening things I say. It would be disgusting how much money I'd have.
-Julia
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