hash browns, eggs, toast and friendly strangers...

i don't usually eat breakfast. not because i don't recognize its importance but because to eat it would mean getting up earlier than i care to.

i am suppose to start work at 9:30. if i shower before bed i can get up at 9, leave by 9:10 and arrive at work with a few moments to spare. this way, i appear punctual. the result is that there is no time for morning eating.

i am usually crippled with hunger by 11am.

today i am still full at 1:31pm. wicked!

this morning i went in late for work and ate breakfast.

now, it wasn't a simple case of, 'hmmm...i really feel like eating breakfast this morning so i'll just go into work an hour and a bit late!' no kids, that would be silly. not unlike me, but still silly.

instead i met up with a new friend and a former friendly stranger. a friendly stranger is someone you see all over the place but never speak to, often tied to this is no knowledge of them as people. i have a few friendly strangers: people i saw on campus every day or people i see at shows or plays, etc... we know nothing of each other other than basic facts of interest (we're at the same place) or educational background (we go to the same school). other than that everything you know about that person is pure conjecture and sometimes fantasy, even their names.

well, i have, or had, this one friendly stranger that went beyond the typical friendly stranger relationship. we knew a lot about each other (names, work stuff, hobbies, relationship status, mutual friends, etc...) but we never spoke, EVER. we deliberately ignored each other when in the same place...it got a bit ridiculous.

anyhow, we broke the silence and abandoned the mystery and went for breakfast this morning. it was fun! good conversation and a craving for hash browns satisfied.

and shit, i'm still full!

so let's raise an orange juice toast to destroying friendly stranger relationships in favour of friendly new friends!

salute!

xo michelle.