give me a coral sometime

There exist a few things which continually occur in my life that cannot cease to make me laugh. Here they are:

1. Trying to think of what hilarious things Stacy and Clinton would say to the tragic-yet-hopeful twentysomething girl in the next lab over.  She puts together outfits that she really must actively try to make as illogical as they continuously are. Full length dresses under past-the-wasit sweaters and long, stringy gold jewlery with–are you ready?–clogs. Also, she just asked the new Korean dude if he likes Jameson on ice too. She’s from outside Peoria, IL.
2. The semi-homeless man who pretends to do the Post-Dispatch crossword puzzle outside the Einsten Bros Bagels on Laclede and Euclid every morning. He’s really leering at the young and handsome medical community passing him by. Sometimes, if I’m lucky, he’ll chuckle immediately following his creepy leer. It’s awesome.
3. Listening to the aforementioned girl from Peoria attempt to communicate with the Chinese people (there must be at least 4) and Korean man. She laughs awkwardly to herself when they stare at her blankly.
4. The homeless men who talk to me on my journey to and from Wash U. They seem to be the only men in this miserable town who are interested in me. AND they are hilarious to boot! Today one promised to make me a happy woman. He also reminded me that money doesn’t buy happiness. How could I forget?

 

Even my humour is being eroded by this monotony. I apologize.