dial tone, dial tone, dial tone

I've not been forgotten by the Gay Table, it would seem, even though no contact has been made with any of them all summer thus far.

yesterday the only non-gay member of the table (besides C and I, but I don't think we count) called me. I've known her since second grade, when she latched onto me because I was The New Kid. and she has not stopped. let's put it this way, she thinks taylor swift is punk. [edit: I was raised to know the clash et al. before I was exposed to radio disney. the term punk should not be used lightly around me until I know you actually give a shit.]

so she calls me and like any good person I mute the phone. then my good samaritan brother of course has to answer it and I am forced to talk to this girl whose only redeeming quality is a pool. I only slightly exaggerate--she can find fault with ANYTHING. or anyone. I just looked up some generic names and I think we'll call her emma.

me: "hello?"

her: "I AM SO BORED."

I detest people who do this.

me: "really. well, it's summer..."

her: "what are you doing today?"

oh jesus. "working at the library."

indignantly: "you still do that?"

"I just started three weeks ago."

"oh." FAIL.

the rest of our one-sided conversation revealed not much, except that the gayest of the gays (we'll call her shane after that l word character she babbles on about so much) still might be leaving the school next year. this has been an ongoing threat for two years or so, because not only does the family not have enough money, shane doesn't give a fuck and her grades are terrible. so it's not a surprise.

eventually she said she had to go because her neighbor, who she hates "SO MUCH!!!", was coming over to take advantage of the pool. it was pretty fucking hot yesterday.

two of The Table down, two to go. I'll talk about them when they come up.

also, justin bieber + north korea = I love the internet.