pop, pop. fizz, fizz…

i ran into meghan at the supermarket last night. she asked how sunday night with dean went. i told her. she said “oh, no love match then?” i said no, and told her that i thought maybe there was one dean’s part. she said she’d try to find out from him. she also said that she had been thinking about it and thought it would be better if he and i didn’t hook up, ’cause if we broke up, then our foursome for cards would be screwed up. that’s my meg, always worried about cards. i also told her i’m going to the island this weekend, which means no cards.
other than that, i’m fairly contentless. i’ve been having a lot of weird phonecalls, though. that hangup from dean the other night. and the weirdest yet: i had a message on my voice mail, so i listened to it and it was two minutes of “living years” by mike & the mechanics. what the…? so i *69’d and did a reverse lookup on the number and it was a real estate agency. i guess it’s their hold music or something. but why someone from there would phone me at 3:18pm and then put my voicemail on hold i have no idea.
then later, while in the middle of making dinner, the phone rings again and i just managed to pick it up at the very last second and i get the annoying *beep* of a bloody fax machine. argh. you mean i spilled vegan ground round all over my stove for a fax machine? sometimes i hate my phone. and people wonder why i will never get a cell phone. which, incidentally, was thinking about on the drive into work this morning.
if i accept the unit rep nomination and am elected, i’ll have to get a cell phone, or at the very least a pager. i don’t think i’d like that. but, i would get business cards and i do miss having cards. not that i ever had anyone to give them to, it’s just that somehow you feel more important if you have them. little pieces of 100lb cardstock with your name printed on them. makes me think of american psycho actually.
can you say “stream of consciousness”? i knew you could.