overheard at the office: "hey r, since you seem to know so much about this stuff ... ummm do you think i could get my voter registration card even though there might be a warrant out for my arrest?"
THAT and there have been rat rumours on the second floor.
i am so quitting. once i have googled advertising enough number of times.
in other news my brother arrived from india this saturday. dude the airport here is humongous. not very pretty but big. mother took her camera [formerly my camera] to take pictures near the big fountain. upon reaching the airport she was very upset to find no fountain. only chairs. the Denver airport had a fountain. it was a good picture taking place. like backdrop wise. usually all the people in the pictures look tired and cranky. this doesn't stop mother. she was mad at me because i didnt dress up enough for the photos. then she saw my brother and almost fainted. the boy looked like he had just escaped from central jail. dirty jeans, faded yellow t shirt. very interesting pictures we shall have, which of course she will send to EVERYONE we know. anyway brother is one of those super sweet considerate selfless people. there's only one of those in our family. like, he'll run and help with the bags or offer to do everything. i'm not being a bitch. im just saying he's doing all of these things. wonderful it is. ahem. mother of course wept at the airport. not as much as i had anticipated but enough to create a scene. not an unfamiliar scene because damn that airport is desi!! there were like 5 white people. i counted. i enjoyed watching the fashion. from the early nineties. i enjoyed the emotions and the lack of physical contact. i enjoyed the languages and the accents. also the luggage. dear god the luggage. upon reaching the house brother wanted to unpack. mother was like noooooooooooooo. sit sit. eat eat. you have become so thin. fact. again, only one of us in the family. then gaysin discovered his jodhpur chappals in the suitcase. very excited he was. he promptly tried them on [with socks] and modeled for us on his tippy toes. mother tried to steal my nivea deodorant bottles. i ran and hid them at once. then we looked at pictures of brother's African girlfriends. the boy taught there for a couple of years and apparently was quite a hit with the women. no fucking idea why. then we all ate some terribly insipid food my aunt had made and watched cnn until gaysin and aunt was bored enough to leave. i love cnn. then mother talked and talked and talked. its been 4 days. still talking. this is why it's good to have a sibling. or two. to share the damn task of listening to your mother talk.
in weather news it's been weirdly summery this week. i realise it's houston but it's still feb. last night i decided i would wear a skirt to work today so i shaved my legs and then when i was all done it started to rain. like pour. for hours. and this morning was freezing cold but damn it i didnt want to waste the legs so i wore the skirt anyway. its my new favourite office-slut skirt. im not the office slut. if anything i'm the front runner for office nun but the skirt's adorably office-slutt y.
okay i gotto run. im on my lunch break.