Today, in order to reward myself for successfully suppressing the urge to vomit in terror during my CT scan (crammed face down in a noisy tube with your chin strapped to what looks more than a little like a mounting plate for game = fun), I thought I'd allow myself the luxury of a Satsuma orange tempting me in the Reasor's produce aisle. I then made myself wait to eat said treat until I had packed most of the bathroom and kitchen.
So here I sit, typing away, staring at an empty Satsuma orange peel. It tasted like------NOTHING! No flavor. No delicious SweeTart juice bursting from tender, crimson fruit. No dizzy Body Shop lotion flashbacks, no tropical goodness transporting me to a hammock in Eleuthera, no sinfully expensive juice living up to its every penny.
And that's when I realized.
I was thinking of blood oranges.
Dammit.
29 November 2007
27 November 2007
Reasons I am Not Nervous About Moving
1. I want to have a working dryer.
2. I want to have heat.
3. I want to go into any room in my house without my lungs swelling shut.
4. I want to have lights that don't pour out water when it rains.
5. I want to cook with four surfaces instead of two and a train-wreck that's supposed to be an "indoor grill."
6. I want to live someplace that's never been tainted by someone who believes in something called an "indoor grill."
7. I want to hang out naked in the living room without worrying about someone coming to the the glass door.
8. I want to have a living room with no TV in it.
9. I want to have professional people fix my stuff so that my OTHER stuff (i.e. my gorgeous red trench and handmade wedding towels and $30 a bottle conditioner) doesn't get wrecked.
10. I want to give the finger to the lady across the street that said renters are shiftless ne'er do wells that have something to hide.
2. I want to have heat.
3. I want to go into any room in my house without my lungs swelling shut.
4. I want to have lights that don't pour out water when it rains.
5. I want to cook with four surfaces instead of two and a train-wreck that's supposed to be an "indoor grill."
6. I want to live someplace that's never been tainted by someone who believes in something called an "indoor grill."
7. I want to hang out naked in the living room without worrying about someone coming to the the glass door.
8. I want to have a living room with no TV in it.
9. I want to have professional people fix my stuff so that my OTHER stuff (i.e. my gorgeous red trench and handmade wedding towels and $30 a bottle conditioner) doesn't get wrecked.
10. I want to give the finger to the lady across the street that said renters are shiftless ne'er do wells that have something to hide.
24 November 2007
09 November 2007
Clay: It's Genetic
I just read the most effing awesome blog post I have ever read in my life. Who wrote it? MY EFFING FAVORITE COUSIN, THAT'S WHO!
Well played, ELB. Well played.
UPDATE: Stupid cousin. Protecting her job and all. What a bitch.
Well played, ELB. Well played.
UPDATE: Stupid cousin. Protecting her job and all. What a bitch.
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