Every speaker should have an ignored empty chair as a companion.
And every empty chair should have a speaker, drawing attention to which famous person could have been sitting in it.
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Every speaker should have an ignored empty chair as a companion.
And every empty chair should have a speaker, drawing attention to which famous person could have been sitting in it.
You wouldn't believe the people who have been in my empty chair over the past few days.
You wouldn't believe the people who have been in my empty chair over the past few days.
That's famous people for you. Empty chairs are like catnip to them.
So something clicked for me tonight. The only man who has shown interest in dating me since I moved to TX (now, I am not seeking this out) reminds me of David Brooks - it is something in the facial expressions. herby jeeby dance.
It begins now for me: Julian Castro is my age.
I would like to meet some of the other men in the Castro family, just saying.
Maybe there's a cousin for you.
I kept having flashbacks to HS. Both Castro twins had a similar speaking style to a friend of mine (who was student body prez, went to Harvard and Yale.) It was uncanny.
My god, my work phone rag at 6:49, and the first thing out of my mouth was "Why in hell are you calling me at work at this time?"
And the next thing was "Uh, never mind why I answered."
Turns out they were pretty much looking for the co-worker I'd been talking to for the past 90 minutes, and since the conversation had turned to socialised health care, probably a good time for a random ten minutes to seven phone call.
One of the members of that guy's team fainted out at lunch, and the sad thing is no one is surprised. Concerned, yes. Surprised, no. Also grateful that he put in the half day of work first, because this morning was a crucial four hours for them--biggest four hours of the year so far.
Somewhat luckily, my boss is socialised to us probably having one or two emergencies a day until further notice. He's frustrated, we're frustrated, but no fingers are being pointed at innocent people.
A million things are happening at work right now, and there's this free-flowing river of anxiety that gets redirected in direction after direction, and it's pretty hard to dodge, so the best thing to do is be prepared.
But, thank god, at least I haven't fainted.
The highlight will be his expletive-filled tirade directed at an empty chair representing Clint Eastwood.
OMG, I would pay cash money to see that.
I am on a diet. And seriously, how can it be so hard to get through ONE DAMN DAY of a diet?