Basmati remediation

I'm going to try to post this in less than the amount of time it takes my father to cook 1 cup of basmati long-grain rice.
It takes longer than you (and he) think. As in, 15 minutes longer.

You know that rule about how you can't date people that your friends like? I've decided that even though it's kind of a pain, it's totally legitimate. I mean, you and your friends are friends for a reason, right? You have similar interests and a lot in common; naturally, your taste in ideal men/women would be similar. Oh, well. I'm only bringing it up because I met like, the cutest guy at Starbucks, and I know who he is because one of my friends reaaaaaaaally likes him.

Speaking of meeting people, I think that I would seriously like to go on the Metro on a Friday night from about 11pm - 2am with a video camera, and just talk to people. Drunk Metro is insane in the membrane. It's funny, and rude, and people outright stare at you. One guy insulted me for probably five minutes (in real time) to try to get my attention, and then he said, "But seriously, I would love to take you out sometime this week." Haha.

Of course I said no. Don't look at me like that.

Anyway, that's my latest brainwave. I actually want to do this, too. It's going to be really funny.

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