I keep changing what time I go to the bus stop because of the constant awkward situations. There is a old guy that lives across the hall from me that reminds me of Herbert from family guy. He is nice as hell but his conversations drag on way too long and he is a progressive talker (a progressive talker walks toward you to trap you in conversation and usually gets too close where you can see crust around their mouth, usually their name is chuck, I know a kid named Thomas that did that as a kid and a guy named Isaiah in high school.) At 8:15 there is a geeky guy that looks like the kid from “UP” grown up, boy scout vest and all. I have no beef with him but he seems like he always wants to talk to me and he always has this weird grin on, I’m decently social but in the back of my head I can’t see the conversation lasting for more than 38 seconds and then we are stuck even more weird than we started. Anyways he usually catches me at 8:15, but today I left at 8:01 trying to dodge the awkwardness of it all and I caught count gothula.
This is cool, every one has their own swag and she seems pretty nice but the only thing that puzzles me day in and day out is the fact that she is like 29 and she wears the same long pants and t-shirt every time I see her but she works somewhere around Emory. This is not the flavor of someone who has a 9-5 at Emory at all. This is one of the most leave it to beaver, homegrown, granola parts of town. I don’t ask what she does, and she doesn’t ask me. And you know what… our relationship is pretty—pretty—pretty good. *Larry David Voice*