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Baby I would rather not go there at all
Mar. 31st, 2008 01:59 pmToday I made the most perfect grilled cheese sandwich of my life for lunch. I'm looking at that sentence and now questioning my use of the phrase 'most perfect', since it seems like either something is or isn't perfect, not that there are gradations of it. Though I suppose what I mean is that the previous titleholder of perfect was bested. Then I ate it.
This weekend we watched the last discs of Battlestar Galactica, season three, and during the last ten minutes of the season finale, I felt like a stoner at 3-D theater version of The Who's Tommy. Which is to say, I thought it was awesome. Also, I think for halloween this year I'm going to goes as Crazy Ol' One-Eyed Drunk Saul. I'll spend the whole party questioning guests integrity and inviting them to step outside and get their asses kicked. Wait, maybe this should be![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mintwaster's costume.
While typing this entry, the doorbell rang and it was the UPS delivery man, who's been the UPS delivery guy for a couple years (which I was sad about at first, because he replaced devastatingly handsome UPS delivery guy). I was signing for the package for the downstairs neighbor when he asked if I got the package on Friday, he couldn't remember if he left it in the slot or if someone came to pick it up, because it wasn't in his trunk. I said, was it for me? He said yeah, it was Johnson, except there are two Johnsons here (coachhouse neighbor) and I can't remember which one. And I'm like, whoa he knows my name. That is amazing and makes me totally not feel like I live in the oblivion of a 3 million person city.
Here is the broken record section: cold, rainy, grey, seasonal depression, sucks, hate it, miserable, sunshine, depressed, brokenhearted, hopeless, abandoned, cold, blah. I know I just need to hold on a week or two. Hold on. And holding on actually feels better when I think about all the things I'm going to do the next day its sunny and over 60 degrees. And the sensations of warm weather in general. Riding my bike on weekday mornings when its quiet. Eating ripe avacados smeared on toast, with sliced tomato for breakfast. The asphalt heat of standing at the curb and then the blast of cold when step onto the bus. Eating italian ice and ice cream. Drinking iced tea and cold beer.
I woke up this morning and my left shoulder blade muscle was sore, like I slept crooked, a kind of upper back crick. I decided that to work the kink out, I would do extra rowing and then use the kettlebells to lift, to exert that pain out! Or something. It kinda worked. It kinda also feel sore as hell. I was actually struggling a little to lift my arms above the steering wheel on the way home.
I smell like gym. Which I suppose is partly because I went, but I just strangely smell like that same collective dried sweat air in all gyms. I will shower shortly, but right this second, I kinda like it.
This weekend we watched the last discs of Battlestar Galactica, season three, and during the last ten minutes of the season finale, I felt like a stoner at 3-D theater version of The Who's Tommy. Which is to say, I thought it was awesome. Also, I think for halloween this year I'm going to goes as Crazy Ol' One-Eyed Drunk Saul. I'll spend the whole party questioning guests integrity and inviting them to step outside and get their asses kicked. Wait, maybe this should be
mintwaster's costume.While typing this entry, the doorbell rang and it was the UPS delivery man, who's been the UPS delivery guy for a couple years (which I was sad about at first, because he replaced devastatingly handsome UPS delivery guy). I was signing for the package for the downstairs neighbor when he asked if I got the package on Friday, he couldn't remember if he left it in the slot or if someone came to pick it up, because it wasn't in his trunk. I said, was it for me? He said yeah, it was Johnson, except there are two Johnsons here (coachhouse neighbor) and I can't remember which one. And I'm like, whoa he knows my name. That is amazing and makes me totally not feel like I live in the oblivion of a 3 million person city.
Here is the broken record section: cold, rainy, grey, seasonal depression, sucks, hate it, miserable, sunshine, depressed, brokenhearted, hopeless, abandoned, cold, blah. I know I just need to hold on a week or two. Hold on. And holding on actually feels better when I think about all the things I'm going to do the next day its sunny and over 60 degrees. And the sensations of warm weather in general. Riding my bike on weekday mornings when its quiet. Eating ripe avacados smeared on toast, with sliced tomato for breakfast. The asphalt heat of standing at the curb and then the blast of cold when step onto the bus. Eating italian ice and ice cream. Drinking iced tea and cold beer.
I woke up this morning and my left shoulder blade muscle was sore, like I slept crooked, a kind of upper back crick. I decided that to work the kink out, I would do extra rowing and then use the kettlebells to lift, to exert that pain out! Or something. It kinda worked. It kinda also feel sore as hell. I was actually struggling a little to lift my arms above the steering wheel on the way home.
I smell like gym. Which I suppose is partly because I went, but I just strangely smell like that same collective dried sweat air in all gyms. I will shower shortly, but right this second, I kinda like it.
