tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899451086354935424.post4765566725332222250..comments2022-11-22T23:01:20.766-05:00Comments on Everyday Shakespeare: Suburbs of Our DiscontentAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10653167295401560917noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899451086354935424.post-38394682399728056062010-10-17T00:09:15.251-04:002010-10-17T00:09:15.251-04:00Who'd a thought? The frayed threads of my life...Who'd a thought? The frayed threads of my life all come together on everydayshakespeare.com. But that aside... Have you seen Amy C lately? Does she ask about me? 'Cause my name's on tv sometimes. She HAS to have seen it. If the answer's yes, tell her I'm happily married, but give her my e-mail. If no, feel free to knock her cafeteria tray out of her hands. She was always so stuck up. "Oooh, I'm from Chevy Chase. Walt Whitman High. I'm going to be a doctor one day..." Who gives a shit? I hate her. I've over her. But give her my e-mail, okay? I'm serious.Adam Barrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12461393042139627473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899451086354935424.post-82629497766753614882010-10-14T00:50:47.605-04:002010-10-14T00:50:47.605-04:00Oh My God, Adam. It's Michelle here. Wanna hea...Oh My God, Adam. It's Michelle here. Wanna hear freaky coincidence? I KNOW WHO YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT. I won't say her last name out loud, but it begins with a "C" and has six letters, oui? I grew up around the corner from her!!!! That's seriously weird.Michelle Ephraimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17263952922357661359noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899451086354935424.post-48879080527693816332010-10-13T18:46:28.065-04:002010-10-13T18:46:28.065-04:00Hilarious! Reminds me of the multi-geographic epha...Hilarious! Reminds me of the multi-geographic ephasic transference that forever haunts my own waking hours. Freshman year in college, I was obsessed with this girl, Amy. I looked up her picture and stats almost hourly in the Freshman Facebook. Amy Lastname. Dorset Avenue, Chevy Chase, Maryland. This was good news. My roommate was from Chevy Chase, too, so I had my in. I spotted her in the dining hall one day in line to get jello, mustered the courage, and made my approach. "Hi. You're Amy Lastname, right? From Chevy Chase." Already seconds in, and I flooded the engine. She looked at me, appropriately guarded and weirded out. Who was this freak? "Yes," she said. "How'd you know that?" "Well, my roommate is from Chevy Chase." "What's his name?" she asked. "Corey Lastname. He lives on Dorset Avenue." Corey did NOT live on Dorset Avenue. Amy did. She stared at me quizzically. "I know everyone on the street and I don't know him." As the last drop of blood drained from my face, I quickly rebounded with a subtle save: "Oh. It was a long time ago," took my jello and fled. I'm so happy someone married me.Adam Barrhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12461393042139627473noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3899451086354935424.post-65827850448903982662010-10-12T07:26:01.947-04:002010-10-12T07:26:01.947-04:00And yet you got hired. It's like a Shakespeare...And yet you got hired. It's like a Shakespearean miracle!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com