number 600 a.k.a. atypical

in an 8 hour period i...

saw a cute movie starring george michael (not the singer/songwriter) bluth
which struck rather close to home at times,
called a cab to take home a guy named churi
because i was too scared to give him a ride home,
realized i'm not a hipster
nor do i want to be one
if it involves awkward headwear, dark rimmed glasses, and a lack of underwear,
was asked what salary bracket i fall into,
cleaned up vomit,
worried that i was racist,
laughed a LOT at michael cera and realized nobody around me was laughing
because it is not hip to laugh
but it is hip to not shower and talk about how you totally saw bowie,
saw a quasi celebrity (not bowie) and didn't care,
saw a cartoon about "moonies",
received an explanation later about what "moonies" are,
stole money from my sleeping grandmother,
received a bill for having my ovaries removed
a procedure i do not remember having,
fell into a deep, overstimulated slumber.

so... typical friday night. for, you know, someone.