exposed cerebral cortex of a proletariat bike slut

Tonight, Jason (one of the regular creepers) came by as usual, and as usual he discussed with me more of what he has deduced about my personality since the last time we talked.  He has decided that I am an EXTREME introvert, which I find rather annoying because, A) He has no idea what introvert means, B) Psychoanalyzing your barista is not a good conversation starter, and C) Just because I would rather read a book than talk to him for hours does not mean I’m an introvert.

To settle the dispute, we agreed that I would take an online myers- briggs. Conclusion: 89% extrovert, the highest of my attributes. Idiot.  I’m printing it out to show him, while also very tempted to print out definitions of what introvert and extrovert ACTUALLY MEAN.  He is convinced that being an introvert means that you see problems from the outside, and thus rely on yourself, while extroverts see their problems as caused by outside forces. fucking idiot.

In the midst of dealing with Jason at the walk up window, a Ukranian guy who has been coming to get coffee lately drove up to the other window and began telling me about how it was time I married.  “I can give you good life, you sit at home, wait for me, I take you on vacation.  No more working at this coffee stand for you.”  As appealing as being the wife to a 40 year old barely discipherable Ukranian man sounds, I told him that I think it’s stupid for anyone under 32 to get married.  “But you will not have children at 32!!”  I so wanted to make some imprudent jokes, but refrained like a good little Ukranian girl. oy vay.

also I HATE jeff sessions, and find howard dean to be beffdulingly sexy. mm keep talking about healthcare baby. I love it when you discuss the intricacies of single payer…so hot.