Yep, two blogs in one day, what can I say, I have a lot on my mind. So as some of you readers may know (and only one person I know actually reads this, so whoever else is reading it hi there), I am currently in the throes of a Dawson's Creek binge (again). Honestly, the only thing about that show I even like or care about is the relationship between Pacey and Joey. Being the girl that I am, I guess I feel a longing to have something like that again. It makes me remember what I was like at that age, although admittedly I was nothing like ole Pacey and Joey. You know what I mean, though. Anyway, as I was watching it in bed today, I started thinking about how great it would be to listen to old Death Cab for Cutie and just make out with a cute boy all night. I mean, how awesome would that be?! But, sadly, there are no cute boys around here to do such things with, and now I am listening to Death Cab for Cutie as I do graphic design work that I've been procrastinating for days, which is not even remotely as fun as making out would be. The funny thing is, I haven't listened to them in quite a while, and as soon as I put the CD in it was an instant flashback to my old job at Target Financial's headquarters, where I worked... oh, I guess at least a dozen years ago now (JESUS, FUCKING THAT LONG AGO). This was one of the most tedious, boring cubicle office jobs you can imagine. My role there was to answer customer emails who were inquiring about various issues regarding their Target credit cards. As if that weren't boring enough, all of the replies I had to send were prefabricated form letters. Ummm... yeah, that job was not exactly filled to the brim with excitement. Well, on my same floor but in another department was this really cute boy. One day we started talking, I don't even remember how or when, but we did start talking, and the next thing you know we were exchanging music to listen to so that we could somehow, some way, get through those tedious hours in our cubicles. He is the person who first introduced me to DCFC. I remember listening to them at that job, blaring them into my headphones, and it was just... love. That love at first listen kind of thing that seems harder and harder to come by. Now, by means of transference, my new found love for DCFC went right alongside admiring the very cute boy who gifted them to me. Well, I should say that I was never in love with him, however, from then on we spent every one of our breaks making out hot and heavy in the Target Financial parking lot. And then later, we graduated to making out at my house, and making out at his house, and just basically making out a whole bunch. And, let me go on record to say that he was one of the funnest maker-outers I have ever had the pleasure of making out with. What I'm trying to say is that no wonder subconsciously my brain decided that listening to DCFC and making out with a cute boy seems to go hand-in-hand. Yep, they most certainly do.... SIGH.
P.S. He and I never technically dated nor did we ever sleep together. Nowadays he owns a small organic farm with his wife and baby. Life is weird.
