I have been tremendously lax at updating the last few days.
I hope this trend does not continue now that I’m in my thirties.
Yep’. Still perpetuating that little self-preserving bit of denial, thank you very much.
Hmmm’. What has happened since the last update? Lessee’
‘ I ditched Esteban on my birthday to go to the Cute Boy Bar with Joel, Cheri, No Pseudonym Scott, and Eric. We sang karaoke. The karaoke guy kept touching me. It was a little freaky. And he made the entire Cute Boy Bar sing ‘Happy Birthday’ to me, which was very possibly even more traumatic than the accordion recital earlier that day. It is so very fun to be Weetabix sometimes, let me just tell you. Oh, and he told everyone that I was 25. I instantly forgave him for the touching right there. I can be bought so easily.
‘ No Pseudonym Scott got me a Malibu and Diet Coke at the Cute Boy Bar. Just put it down in front of me and said ‘Here. Happy Birthday.’ It’s dangerous the things he knows about me from this diary. He’s evil. EEEEEEVIL. But cute.
&AO8AvwC9AAk-Poor Yorick paid me an incredible compliment. Or rather my eyes. That was sweet.
‘ I bought a new pair of jammies’ purple gingham boxer shorts and a white camisole. We’ll just have to see if they can oust my pink boxer shorts from the Best Jammies Of All Time spot. There might just be some kind of contest.
&AO8AvwC9AAk-Esteban has set up our TiVo. I am in electronics glee. I’ve set it to record every instance of Two Fat Ladies, Martha Stewart, and The Osbournes. Esteban has set it to record Cowboy BeBop and, because he is an UberGeek, Star Trek: The Next Generation. Note to self: must find way to have TiVo delete any episode with Wesley Crusher in it. Sorry, Angeline‘ I just can’t fathom Wil Wheaton in that dorky assed sweater. And I keep thinking about a leech on his testicle.
‘ Update on Operation Hottie: apparently, my gut got used to only eating really healthy crap, because I blew it out on Thursday night with a 16 oz lobster tail (dipped in butter, oh yes it was) AND an 8 oz tenderloin, and then was grossly overfull. And to make matters worse, I had to bring in Birthday Treats to work and because I am constantly engaging in self-destructive behavior, went to a delicious donut establishment, where they propagate the delicious donuts, and purchased three dozen delicious donuts. And promptly ate four throughout the course of the day. Yes. Four. And then got stomach cramps last night while we watched Kate And Leopold. Of course, that might have been my body reacting to Meg Ryan’s hideous haircut, but somehow methinks it was not.
‘ However, despite my severe wayward nutritional bout, my jeans (JEANS!), the ones that I once could just slide on and off my hips without unbuttoning but as of Tuesday could be buttoned and worn quite comfortably. Well, let me just say this’ I wore them again on Friday and I can now just slide them off my ass again. Without unbuttoning them. Without hesitation, I reached for the middle stage of jeans’ the pair that I really like but are considerably smaller than the button flies.
&AO8AvwC9AAk-And they fit.
&AO8AvwC9AAk-Hoooo boy!
‘ We’re going camping for the 4th of July. I’m trembling with anticipation. Did that sound convincing? Or did my utter lack of excitement clue you in?
‘ And for this reason, Esteban says that we cannot go to Summerfest to see Buddy Guy and then the Renaissance Fair the next day. Oh, yes. Now THAT’s a good trade off.
‘ My little voice-recording thing is full of bizarre clips that make no sense anymore. And one of me trying to describe Esteban making gill motions with his hands.
&AO8AvwC9AAk-I don’t get it anymore either.
&AO8AvwC9AAk-Chauffi is Wabi Sabi. And I blathered to him almost incomprehensibly on Friday and now I’m embarrassed. I think it was the triglycerides from all that food on Thursday night. Or maybe I inadvertently snorted some powdered sugar from one of those mickey fickey donuts.
&AO8AvwC9AAk-Mo Pie is my new best friend. And I get to meet her in October when I go to San Francisco to Journal Con. Are you going?
‘ I am refusing to wear socks until it snows again. I’m in flower child slacker mode once more. Gotta love warm weather. Wheee!
Hope you have a spectacular weekend!
