i saw cute, married rob tonight. he hasn’t been to a meeting in forever, so i’d pretty much given up hope of seeing him until the new year. i turned away for a minute to talk to julie or read my minutes and there was a nudge against my shoulder and a voice which asked “don’t i get a hug?” i spun around, looked at him for a moment and said “no,” he made a face, said “well then…” and started to move away. i grabbed his sleeve and hugged him tightly. i suppose my fortune cookie came true after all.
i was reminded tonight of the total stranger who stopped my mom and i from pulling out of a parking lot only to tell us “you two have the most infectious smiles i’ve ever seen. you’ve made my day.” i was so startled by the spontaneousness (that’s a word, right?) of it all that i wasn’t able to tell her that her stopping to tell us that made my day.
how desperate for entertainment am i? i registered with “am i hot or not?” this morning. i’m expecting an average rating of approximately 3.2. anything more than that and i’ll be right pleased.
i keep thinking of things to say, but once i start to type them they seem so banal. it’s official. i’m no longer interesting.
i know! will wonders never cease? i actually remembered the thursday morning mpeg and not a small task it was to find one for you, my loyal, lovely readers, either. that’s all right. i don’t begrudge the effort. it’s all worth it in the end. presenting, for your aural pleasure:
“Beautiful” by JoyDrop
this happened to come on the radio yesterday as i was making my way home and for the first time i actually paid attention to the lyrics. they spoke to me. i feel that way sometimes. okay, a lot of the time. yeah, most of the time. shuddup and listen to the song, will you?
maybe it’s just me, but every once in a while, i seem to get inundated with reconnections to people from my past. i have a lot of friends with whom i don’t speak daily, weekly or even monthly. and that’s okay. our paths don’t cross for months or maybe years at a time. but, once they do intersect, it’s as if no time has passed save for catching up on the gory details of each other’s lives.
this has been one of those occasions. i’ve been spending a lot of time talking to people i haven’t talked to in (some cases) what seems like forever. it’s all very, very good. i hadn’t truly realized how much i’d missed them until they were around again.
it makes me happy to know that these people i regard highly still think well of me. it also makes me think of the other people i haven’t spent much time with lately and reinforces the desire to “reach out and touch” them. no time like the present, right? the phone company’s going to love me this month.
i took a tumble onto the wet, pine-needly street this morning on my way to the car. i know i scraped my wrist, but i may have bumped my head, too. i’m not sure. i don’t remember. if i fall asleep and don’t wake up again, you’ll know i had an undiagnosed concussion.
otherwise, i’m thinking i’ll cancel out on my father’s invitation to my step-uncle’s 60th birthday party tonight. although i wouldn’t mind seeing everyone, i would honestly prefer to do my shopping, go to the library and come home and putz around by myself. i’m not feeling particularily social and i have enough commitments this week. yes, this is me justifying being a hermit tonight. it’s not like you’ve never done it. stop looking at me like that.
i’m horribly tired this morning, but i’m wearing one of my new shirts which makes it all okay.
but, it’s jena who’s better than ice cream!
(in alphabetical order):
alias
amazing race
coronation street
dawson’s creek
enterprise
gilmore girls
good eats
inside the actors studio
nigella bites
once & again
seventh heaven
i think my mother’s furniture hates me. every time i return from a weekend there some part of my body aches. this time it’s a peculiar muscle on the left side of my back. i didn’t even know of it’s existence let alone how much impact it had on all but the most smallest movements i make. so, i’m drugged up and a little bitchy.
just so you know, my tongue felt huge this morning.
while away, i did a lot of clothes shopping (two pairs of jeans, two long-sleeve shirts, one fleece pullover, one faux-suede black skirt, three pairs of socks, one black halter bra) and i bought meghan’s birthday present (blue chenille slippers). we went to see k-pax (t’was good. although, it’s hard not to love anything kevin spacey is in. i enjoyed the use of light — i noticed it, but it wasn’t overwhelming.), and rented the mexican (far too long for the story, but still enjoyable) & shrek (not as AMAZING as i was led to believe, but i enjoyed it for reasons all-together unrelated to the film itself). i visited with my aunts & uncles (one set i hadn’t seen in eight years) and tried to coax my cat out from behind the couch.
all in all, it was a good weekend away. now i’m back. you may rejoice.
there is so very much i can never say…
there have been recent sightings of bill clinton & camel toes in the vancouver area. investigators are unsure of any link between the two, but an unnamed source says it seems highly likely. more at eleven.
my bad. i totally forgot about the mpeg. so, just to attempt to make it up to you, i’ll give you two today.
“Glycerine” by Bush
“Come Original” by 311
whenever i hear the former, i stop and involuntarily put my hands over my chest and forget to breathe. it has such strong memories and connections for me. the latter, well, it’s boppy. we need boppy on a friday, don’t you think?
i’m still trying to figure out how $85 worth of bearings ended up costing me $400…
you know you need a new office chair when the one you have has a perfect replica of your ass imprinted into it.
car’s in the shop (rear wheel bearings & winterizing). woke at 5:30am. out door at 5:50am. arrive at work at 7:25am. yes. it took an hour and a half to get to work. and people wonder why i don’t take the bus every day.
on the up-side, by the time i get to the mechanic after work, i’ll have done my quota of walking for both yesterday, today and tomorrow!
the mpeg will be slightly delayed; but it will appear before the day is out.
being one to disdain and openly mock excessive collections of post-it® notes attached to monitors in the workplace, i find myself disturbed by the sudden proliferation of the little yellow devils which has sprouted from my own display. i’m just very glad i am not in possession of a camera so i cannot take a photograph of my shame to share with you, my beloved readers. it is tragic enough that i must express to you in words my descent into sticky hell. but, share i do, in hopes of somehow preventing another such tragedy from occuring in your life.
please, for god’s sake, don’t succumb to the post-it® lure… save yourselves!
my head hurts and i want to have a nap.
i had a mildly disturbing sex dream about mark from work last night. it was disturbing because i don’t find him even the itsiest bit attractive. but, there he was, nudging and leaning and putting his hands on inappropriate parts of my body. then he got all pissy because i wouldn’t screw him. he went off in a huff only to come right back and try again. hey, what can i say? i’m irresistable!
i finally ditched him only to find sean connery working in a russian deli. so i stalked him for a while until i woke up.
now, despite nine hours of (fitful, too warm, busy dream) sleep, i’m nodding off at my desk. gah. it’s not even seven thirty yet. it’s going to be a long day.
is to wish my “niece” a happy fourth birthday. she may not be a blood relative, but i love her as if she were. i wish i could have been there to eat cake with you & pooh, punkin.
i don’t remember anything about yesterday except for talking on the phone last night. how odd.