Green-Haired Girl Update — March 18, 2025 – John Agliata

🧩 Today’s Puzzle Pieces 🧩
Storm Talk🌪️
Distance🎶
Athletes🏃

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For those of you following the saga of the Green-Haired Girl, a total that I imagine amounts to the same number of shits I give about the life and health of our Dictator In Chief, I write this update for the non-existent you and because if I didn’t write about this I’d probably write something pointless about politics and what’s the use in that?

For those new to this story, read this. It paints a good picture of the sad state of whatever it is that passes for my social life and how a few kind words from the person with whom I check out my food at work actually mean something relatively important to me.

Anywho, I went down to the cafe today and saw the Green-Haired Girl, henceforth abbreviated as the GHG, at her station. We made eye contact. She waved. I waved. I got my salad, my water, a napkin, a fork. These are exciting times, my friends.

The person in front of me in line got done with his transaction, and it was my turn.

“Hey, were you OK with the storms Friday?” the GHG asked.

This was a new line of conversation for us. So far, our talks have been about how much my food costs that day and, of late, books.

I told her that aside from an hour in the basement while sirens wailed, all was good, and I inquired about her safety in the storm, which, in retrospect, was kind of stupid. I mean, she’s there, at the cash register, without any casts or bandages or, I don’t know, deathly pale “I’m dead” skin. In other words, she’s fine. She told me as much, then told me what town she lives it. It’s about 20 minutes from my humble country abode and, more importantly, on the correct side of the river.

What do I mean by that? Well, there have been people I have gotten along with really well but with whom friendships haven’t developed because these folks, on the other side of the river, seem to think it takes a donkey, a raft, the right wind, and a Lewis & Clark-level expedition plus immunity to dysentery to cross it.

Not that I expect a friendship to grow out of any conversations with the GHG. But hey, it’s a possibility, I guess, and it’s good to know that insurmountable obstacle of wet doom isn’t in the way.

I also learned her name by, duh, looking at her nametag, which I guess I could have done before. A great detective, I am not. So now I guess I don’t have to call her the GHG, especially considering her hair is no longer G, but hell, we’ll go with GHG until further notice.

She told me she was almost done with the book I gave her, the one that she originally commented on and asked about. She said she liked it. I told her that was good.

It is good. It sucks to recommend a book to someone and then have them hate it. I somehow take it personally, despite having nothing to do with writing any of the words or shaping the other person’s taste in books. We like what we like. We don’t like what we don’t like. Hell, some people think The Wire sucks, and those people, my friends, are morons. But they are humans, nonetheless, and are allowed to breathe the same air as those of us who know better.

My credit card beeped and that was that. We wished each other a good rest of our days, and I went to my familiar place to eat alone, read my latest book (James, which I highly recommend, as well), and watch other people who have people to do people things with. The salad was good. The pizza the person was eating nearby smelled better.

Something I’m grateful for today: How rearranging furniture can make you really enthused about what is actually the same-old living space.

Something I’ve (ghost)written: Sporting Chance: An inside look at the challenges of underwriting athletes and influencers

Song of the Day: Distance, by Christina Perri

Meaningful lyric from the S.O.T.D.:

Please don’t stand so close to me
I’m having trouble breathing.
I’m afraid of what you’ll see, right now.

I’ll give you everything I am,
All my broken heartbeats.
Until I know you’ll understand.

And I will make sure to keep my distance,
Say I love you when you’re not listening,
How long, can we keep this up?

Something good from today/yesterday: Getting an awesome massage at Complete FX. Carrie is the bomb.

Something I’m looking forward to in the next seven days: Drake playing Mizzou in the first round of the NCAA tournament.

Fat-Ass Update:

Starting weight: 230.6 on 2/12/25
Goal weight (for now): 199.9
Today’s weight 221.3 (-9.3)
Fat-ass burn-off remaining: 21.4 fat-ass pounds

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Green-Haired Girl Update — March 18, 2025

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