ear-ly in the mor-nin'. begrudgingly went to work to do some shit that i was too busy to accomplish on the weekend. it wouldn't've been so bad had i not been distracted by several doughhole monday customers. i was edgy and consequently shot some rescue remedy. this necessity continued throughout my sudden visit from my parents and aunt and uncle. i found it excrutiatingly difficult to deal with them today. wished i'd had some stronger medicine.
before i left work, mat gave me a huge hunk of date square. they were fabulous-- and me being the semi-generous person that i sometimes am, offered some to my family, even tho i really wanted to eat them all. but it was nice to share-- and it's certain that i didn't need them all.
lots of meat jokes from my uncle (especially tasteful at the vegetarian restaurant). he was doing so well at being civil and openminded. he was to the point of heavy regretting for being stupid enough (his words, not mine) to eat so much meat for so many years. this was after his stroke. yeah, well, it won't be so funny when your gout flares up again in a month-- will it? and when your cholesterol and blood pressure skyrocket again after you being so lax. i don't wish for this at all, but neither will i be surprised-- or so willing to help you again.
after the meal dowtown, for which blake and i picked up the tab, we asked if they could take us to the mall. my aunt wanted especially to go to the sears bargain center-- which inspired smirks from blake and i, as we were there last week and vowed never to go back, as we were frightened of the fashion (if it can even be so categorized) and the folks who thought the cheappleatedawfullyhuedjunkclothshit was so fabulous. for fun, we thought we'd give ourselves fifteen minutes. nothingnothingnoth.... oh what's this?
these boots are amazing.
what the hell are they?
why do they only have one size in each kind of shoe?
what the...
boxing boots?
fabulous.
these boots are amazing (or more) and i bought them.
"those are, different," tried the pleasant cashier who' d seeminly deserved the customer service award she's won.
"yeah, i've got to take up boxing," said i.
"oh, no-- just wear them as sneakers," she dared/suggested.
then to the mallmall. i got (deservingly) fucked out the bag i wanted. but i found some fairly stylish winter boots by airwalk. i was pleased. got a good deal. what a notion-- purchasing winter boots before winter stats. i ruined my last ones (science boots) while releasing a lobster into st. margaret's bay.
back at the house, we sighed and remedied our heads and sighed harder.
then we had a fat-off-- using the tape measure to measure around various areas of our trunks.
verdict: blake has a near-perfect hour-glass figure. he has bigger tits than me. his ass is neither half my size, nor one-third larger. measuring should only be handled by trained professionals. there should be a le chateau plus.
we made pita pizzas avec soyhotdogs and oregano, yet sans fromage. a progressive throwback to the kraft pizza mixes of our youth. we had to use the toaster oven because the big oven caught on fire last night. really-fire. then we planned some more for our coven, and tomorrow's full moon activities, and waited for joey to come. we boiled soup. then joey and fluffy jet (puppy) came (so mini!!) and joey coincidentally just won an ebay auction for boxing boots! wow! i may actually be in style or on the fringe or something. emily: did boxing boots show up on any of the 800 pages of the sept vogue ish?
went for another random walk tonight. i let my intuition guide me. glided thru some memorable spots. headed in the windsor street direction. took a lot of side streets. tried to get myself lost. i did manage again to find a couple of streets i'd never heard of, but i didn't get myself lost-- even tho i wandered out of district 14 and into district 11. saw a few election signs up. only ones for bedford's blah kelly and lots of councillor signs. did see some vote for victor signs in some business windows today. he wants to bring back marti gras-- i mean, come on! i dressed in my new duds for my walk-- the greens+ yoga top that the wizard brought me back from the conference in TO, and my boxing boots. i looked pretty kewl. the boots a) made me want to box b) made me want to run (i managed a couple sprints) c) felt like walking in my moccasins. luv. what a purhchase. i wore them inside the house all evening, even during my nap. i walked all around hell's creation. i booted it. i was gone 57 minutes.
then i drank a few glasses of iced mineral water and now i'm just listening to the tea party's triptych.
comments?
tomorrow: the week-one update of my stats counter. stay tuned.
before i left work, mat gave me a huge hunk of date square. they were fabulous-- and me being the semi-generous person that i sometimes am, offered some to my family, even tho i really wanted to eat them all. but it was nice to share-- and it's certain that i didn't need them all.
lots of meat jokes from my uncle (especially tasteful at the vegetarian restaurant). he was doing so well at being civil and openminded. he was to the point of heavy regretting for being stupid enough (his words, not mine) to eat so much meat for so many years. this was after his stroke. yeah, well, it won't be so funny when your gout flares up again in a month-- will it? and when your cholesterol and blood pressure skyrocket again after you being so lax. i don't wish for this at all, but neither will i be surprised-- or so willing to help you again.
after the meal dowtown, for which blake and i picked up the tab, we asked if they could take us to the mall. my aunt wanted especially to go to the sears bargain center-- which inspired smirks from blake and i, as we were there last week and vowed never to go back, as we were frightened of the fashion (if it can even be so categorized) and the folks who thought the cheappleatedawfullyhuedjunkclothshit was so fabulous. for fun, we thought we'd give ourselves fifteen minutes. nothingnothingnoth.... oh what's this?
these boots are amazing.
what the hell are they?
why do they only have one size in each kind of shoe?
what the...
boxing boots?
fabulous.
these boots are amazing (or more) and i bought them.
"those are, different," tried the pleasant cashier who' d seeminly deserved the customer service award she's won.
"yeah, i've got to take up boxing," said i.
"oh, no-- just wear them as sneakers," she dared/suggested.
then to the mallmall. i got (deservingly) fucked out the bag i wanted. but i found some fairly stylish winter boots by airwalk. i was pleased. got a good deal. what a notion-- purchasing winter boots before winter stats. i ruined my last ones (science boots) while releasing a lobster into st. margaret's bay.
back at the house, we sighed and remedied our heads and sighed harder.
then we had a fat-off-- using the tape measure to measure around various areas of our trunks.
verdict: blake has a near-perfect hour-glass figure. he has bigger tits than me. his ass is neither half my size, nor one-third larger. measuring should only be handled by trained professionals. there should be a le chateau plus.
we made pita pizzas avec soyhotdogs and oregano, yet sans fromage. a progressive throwback to the kraft pizza mixes of our youth. we had to use the toaster oven because the big oven caught on fire last night. really-fire. then we planned some more for our coven, and tomorrow's full moon activities, and waited for joey to come. we boiled soup. then joey and fluffy jet (puppy) came (so mini!!) and joey coincidentally just won an ebay auction for boxing boots! wow! i may actually be in style or on the fringe or something. emily: did boxing boots show up on any of the 800 pages of the sept vogue ish?
went for another random walk tonight. i let my intuition guide me. glided thru some memorable spots. headed in the windsor street direction. took a lot of side streets. tried to get myself lost. i did manage again to find a couple of streets i'd never heard of, but i didn't get myself lost-- even tho i wandered out of district 14 and into district 11. saw a few election signs up. only ones for bedford's blah kelly and lots of councillor signs. did see some vote for victor signs in some business windows today. he wants to bring back marti gras-- i mean, come on! i dressed in my new duds for my walk-- the greens+ yoga top that the wizard brought me back from the conference in TO, and my boxing boots. i looked pretty kewl. the boots a) made me want to box b) made me want to run (i managed a couple sprints) c) felt like walking in my moccasins. luv. what a purhchase. i wore them inside the house all evening, even during my nap. i walked all around hell's creation. i booted it. i was gone 57 minutes.
then i drank a few glasses of iced mineral water and now i'm just listening to the tea party's triptych.
comments?
tomorrow: the week-one update of my stats counter. stay tuned.
2 comments:
Update on meal we stupidly paid for...
I'm so fucking sick! I had leftovers here at work and I've been having 'intestinal distress' like a mofo.
I'm totally suing Sri Chimnoy.
i know.
they've been slipping.
my potatoes and tofu went down as they normally would, but i didn't get a vegetable dish because they never cook them properly anymore. slack slack slack disciples. sorry bout the intestinal ditress. i am familiar.
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