for the birds

i hate small talk. i know many people do. even talking to people who i haven't talked to in years.
"so, where are you working these days? oh i love that place! where are you living? the north end!? that's awesome. what's your major? oh you graduated? in what? social work? oh...."
.....crickets.....
no one ever knows what to say after i tell them i majored in social work. baby snatchers they think.

my favorite part is when someone comes up to you in a crowded room and starts talking to you. suddenly when the aforementioned conversation is over. they have no choice but to just stand there and awkwardly stare at you or look around the room to see what other people they could torment with their mindless musings, but then just still standing there anyway.
i honestly wonder how far the human race has made i this far when i think i'm a pretty social person, wants to put a paper bag over my head at the mere thought of these encounters. i think this might be why i haven't been home in two years.

i also think it's weird that some people have "dream cars" as if going fast is the only way to make their lives worth anything. we all know that you can see everything better when you're going slower. take a walk. buy a segway. no. don't buy a segway. what i CAN understand is people building cars. working on them and making them something that is a well-oiled sex machine. you know, it gets them the sex. but they definitely put work into it. it's more of a lifestyle. dream cars are a passing phase. i think chrysler and gm are learning this as well.

i'll tell you what i do like though: fro yo. it's back baby. yesterday i had blueberry/cheesecake fro yo with marshmallow and graham cracker toppings. yes please. it was delicious. and nonfat! (except for the buckets of sugar) but still! no fat! yes!