Mezzo Swede

A Toast to World Domination
2002-01-06 01:51:58 (UTC)

Lego Lips

I just got back from lunch with Chris Reed. It wasn't
really lunch I guess since I didn't get up till around 2pm
today, and by the time we were eating it was 4:30pm.
Anyway, I hadn't seen Chris in ages. I was driving past his
house, so I took a chance that he might be home, and LO and
BEHOLD! He was. We went to Chili's and had a fabulous time.
We talked about going skydiving. Chris said it's not a big
deal at all, even if you are afraid of heights. Once you're
up there and looking down, he said, it's not even a matter
of height anymore cause it just looks like a map. I had a
hard time believing that the fear of having to throw your
own body out of an airplane can be relieved simply by
pretending that you are jumping onto a piece of paper.
Chris insisted that it was not a big deal. Besides, he
said, they'll push you out of the airplane, so you really
have no choice once you're up there anyway. Chris said
something that made me almost spit out all my coke. He
asked if I had ever met one of those people where, when you
kissed, you felt like your lips felt like they were meant
to be together, like two lego pieces. The image I got in my
mind was so funny. I do know what he means, and it's a
wonderful feeling, but I don't think I ever could have come
up with the lego metaphor.
I went to the pharmacy today. Pharmacies can make me very
upset. They are always in alliance with insurance
companies, and together they try to make sure that there is
no possible way that people can get their prescriptions.
They are always trying to tell me that my insurance won't
cover this or that...which is ridiculous. Considering the
amount of money we pay into the insurance company each
month, they should cover me opening my own lab for cloning
research. Or at least a frontal lobotomy, or a head
transplant. But no. Every time I go to take out
prescriptions it's the same goddamn song and dance. I could
understand if I was a suspect person, trying to get them to
give me drugs that I don't need, or shouldn't have. Same
with my mom. I bet I couldn't even get them to give me a
fresh squeezed glass of orange juice cause my INSURANCE
PROBABLY DOESN'T COVER VITAMIN SUPPLEMENTS! Anyway, today
for some reason, the pharmacy didn't give me any trouble at
all. I wonder what's going on. I was prepared to fight too.
OK, I have to go. I'll write a new entry later about my
evening with Mr.David Phillips. My cousin and her family
are on their way over here, and we are going to be eating
dinner soon. See y'all later!




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