I’m going to try to be a better blogger–last month was just flipping insane.  I was trying to come up with a deep topic to write about, but I think I’ll start small by relating two conversations I had or overheard today, much in the vein of my new favorite guilty pleasure Texts From Last Night (aka: “I’m so glad I’m not that young and stupid anymore.”)

Conversation #1: in the kitchen at work.  I am refilling my water glass from the cooler, and one of the grad students has sauntered in and is far more chatty than normal.

Me: “Well, you’re certainly in a good mood today.”
Him: “I just got laid.”
Me: “Oh?”
Him: “Yeah, at the gym.”
Me: “Okay, then.”  <leaves>

It’s not that we’re strangers, or even that I don’t know that this particular student is gay (and a bit of a slut).  However, he’s more of a person that I say hi to in the hallway (usually without breaking stride) and I don’t feel that our relationship is at a level where these things should be shared.

Also, I’ve seen what the floor in the gym locker room looks like, and I can only hope he has a really strong antibacterial soap.  Possibly anti-microbial.  In fact, I’m kind of hoping he didn’t touch anything in the kitchen.

Conversation #2: in the hallway.  There are a number of students sitting outside of Professor K’s office because it’s getting close to finals time, and they clearly don’t have a firm grasp on whatever post-Zionist Israeli literature they’re supposed to be writing about in their term papers.

Student 1: “I think I’m going to take up smoking again.”

Seems to me the only appropriate thing to do with that comment is to blog about it.

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