Had the weirdest thing happen to me yesterday. I had a case of Deja Vu. It would have been great if I was listening to CSN&Y’s “DejaVu” when it happened.
First I got to say my living room has three attached windows. Big one in the middle and two smaller on the sides. I’m in the kitchen and I’m making a pot of coffee. I’m putting the water in the pot and look out the living room window and see a man walk across from left to right. As he walking he’s looking at his smart phone. I turn the water off and look out the window, like three seconds later and see the same guy walking across from left to right.
It was only three seconds. It’s a three cup coffee pot, it don’t take long to fill it. How could it be the same guy. He didn’t have time to walk across, turn around then walk back in that short period of time. And he did the same thing both times. Looking at his smart phone. It was like watching something on tape, rewinding it and playing it again. It was the exact same thing.
There’s something strange going on with me and the number 714. There’s hardly a day that goes by that I don’t miss 7:14 on the clock. I’ll be in my living room, reading a book, look at the cable box and it’s 7:14. In the morning, when I come home from work and sit at the computer, I turn around and look at the clock on the dresser, 7:14. This happens almost every day. I never miss it. Just now, I was in the living room listening to music with the headphones on, I look up, 7:14. Babe Ruth has 714 home runs.
I don’t know what it is. I’m at work last night and I’m on the order picker, I look down and see714.
People tell me to play the number. I played the number and nothing happened. This is like something out of the “X Files.” I wait for something to happen with that number but it never does. It just keeps popping up.
“She talks so much my arm hurts”
I used to eat candy cigarettes all the time when I was a kid. The knock against them is that they get you ready for real cigarettes. You practice with the candy cigarettes, hold them and look cool. When it came time to try real cigarettes, it was like “what the fuck, they taste nothing like candy cigarettes.” So I didn’t smoke. The problem now is I’m up to four packs a day of candy cigarettes and I can’t quit.
I was checking out the net the other day. I don’t know how this happened but I ended up one one of those sites that had naked girls on them. She was standing in a bathtub and was really hot looking. This girl was a 10. So I’m checking her out and noticed mold around the tub. This really grosses me out and I’m not talking about a little mold. I’m talking they haven’t cleaned the chalking in years. Now I can’t look at the girl. I enlarge the picture and checking out the mold.
Then later in the day. I see this picture of comic books this guy got at a flea market. They’re in a bag in his closet. The bag of books is suppose to be the main thing. I notice all the dirt in the closet door tracks. Firs thing that comes to mind is, “how can people live like this. It’s a pigpen.” Never would I let my place get like that.
Some people never get the hang of talking on the phone. I think it’s because they have nobody to talk to, once somebody calls the flood gates are open.
I called up my friend the other day. I had something to tell him but first I asked him “how you doing?” That was it. Bla, bla bla and more bla bla bla. I couldn’t get a word in. He’s talking about something I couldn’t give a crap about.
So what I do when I talk to him, I put the phone down and walk away. This time, I put the phone down on the dining room table, went into the kitchen, poured myself a glass of seltzer, drank it, walking into the dining room, picked up the phone and he was still talking. Normally when you talk on the phone, you can hear the other person making a comment or breathing. With this guy, it don’t matter. He just rambles on whether there’s somebody there or not.
It’s funny how he never asked me a question about what he was talking about. Why would he. He don’t care. He just wants to talk.
This is not the first time it happened with him. It’s every time. That’s why I try not to call him.