zinzinish

I am getting drug tested today and PMS-ing for the first time since I got off birth control. Everything’s so intense, everything evokes an emotion. Crying is more satisfying.

Just Jack’s album Overtones is craveable. Better than a big mac.

I suck at flirting, especially the grown-up kind. I stood in the company cafeteria this morning, ordering my bagel, when a 30-something executive type walks up beside me.

Suit: What should I get?

Zin: (slightly confused) The bagels are good.

Suit: Really? (To girl behind the counter, while gesturing to me) Hola Senorita! I’ll have what she’s having. (Winks)

*my bagel emerges from the toaster

Suit: That’s a good looking sandwich.

Zin: It’s a beaut.

Suit: What?

Zin: Um. I said, it’s a beaut.

Suit: Yea! You should throw some Tabasco sauce on that.

Is this what the dating world is like in your late thirties? Can’t think about that right now, will attempt to contemplate when I’m a little more emotionally stable next week.

I should go find his cubicle.

Peace.