Mellow Giggles

When reminiscent sincerity and unexpected revenge kick it, I'm overcome with mellow giggles.

I just recently left my old job.  I just today wrapped up writing everyone in my old office personal emails, expressing to them, in so many words, I loved hanging out with them, learned a lot from them, and wish them the best life has.  And I've heard back from them all, and it warms my heart to hear the kind words they've had to say.  To some degree, as much as a one-and-one email exchange can, it lets me know that I really did make some great personal connections over the past three years.

Well, I wrote everyone at the old office... except the dear lady who was my boss.  I wouldn't dare speak unkindly of her, but.  

I didn't do it on purpose, not writing her, but now that I think about it, I'm overcome with mellow giggles.  

Madrid, Spaingland

Just when you've realized you've (once again) burned out the circuits in your (yet another) American appliance, in this case a cheapo beard trimmer, and your face starts to look a little sasquatchy, you check out the bathroom at the Abba Castilla hotel in Madrid and realize those damn wonderful bastards have provided with you a cheapo shaving kit to mold your face into badassedness.

Aside from the last paragraph being an incredibly relatable story that likely most men have been through word-for-word, doesn't it's run-on-sentence just jam up your cerebrum??

Long story short, I really wanna look like:

Madrid, Spain

I now have a better appreciation for how a (insert minority slang word) feels when completely surrounded by (insert majority slang word). I can catch words like "muy" and "tambien" and "jamon y queso", but other than that I'm pretty much left to invent what the spaniards are talking about. Which can be fun.

An Unoriginal Thought, Madrid, Spain...

...Buy my jewish friend a menora and give it to him on Christmas, with a card saying "I/we/they/trinity forgive(s) but don't(oesn't) forget bitch."

Ann Arsterdam, Michigetherlands

Every now and then a change comes along that shakes things up, makes me re-prioritize certain aspects of my life. I'm undergoing a heavy re-evaluation of who means what to me, and I'm closing in on a point where I hope to trim false relationships instead of pretending they're mutually beneficial. Or, at the very least, re-align my expectations - and spend more time with those who've proven they care about me.

The result? I'm cutting contact off with everyone except Dennis Reynolds. Anyone have his number??