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The end of the world

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I got in to work today and saw this fortune peeking out from under my mouse pad, and for a brief, delusional moment, thought that it was a sign from The Cosmos, a comforting hug from The Universe, an obliging reacharound from Fate, and I got to feeling kind of — dare I say — upbeat. I wondered where it had come from, who had left it for me, and what he/she meant by it. Did someone get this fortune in a cookie and think of me and leave it? What was this mystery person trying to say? What did he or she know about my happiness that I didn’t?

Et cetera and so on.

And than I found out that my former cubemate, who’s moving to another office, had cleaned out his desk and found it and left it behind for me. Not quite as romantic that way, I suppose. But it was fun letting my imagination get carried away…

So I thought the world was gonna end. To celebrate, I bought $181 worth of groceries. Which basically amounts to a half gallon of milk and three boxes of cereal. I came home and threw out two bags of rotten/expired trash from my pantry and my fridge — stuff that has accumulated over the past few months that I’ve just been unable or unwilling to get rid of, despite the general funkiness. I think I have kitchen anxiety. I hate my kitchen and I don’t care to spend time in there, even the three seconds it takes to open the fridge, crouch down, get the container of rotten strawberries, and transfer it to the garbage. The room is tiny and stifling and was apparently designed by a crackhead. The refrigerator door doesn’t open all the way, therefore making half of its inside inaccessible. The kitchen has roughly three centimeters of counter space, which I devote to my purse and other things I slough off once I come through the door, so when I get groceries, I have to come inside and put bags on the floor. Which obviously means they are prime for kitty inspection. Which means if you were to place your ear on my door at midnight on grocery night (I can’t bear to grocery shop during the day), you would hear an unholy racket of human hissing and cuss words and galloping felines.

So, armed with a semi-clean fridge and a semi-stocked pantry and some semi-renewed ambition, I’m plowing ahead into a bit of a lifestyle change. Again. Gah, I hate saying that. I hate thinking that. But I have to. I’ve been a lazy piece of shit for the past, uh, seven months, and I’ve been backsliding on my attempts to be healthier — eating crap food and lying around all day and drinking way too much. I’ve gotten a bit too ample for my favorite jeans and I miss wearing them. Mostly I miss having energy and feeling strong and somewhat physically invincible.

Of course, I can’t say I’d have been too terribly disappointed if my lifestyle change got interrupted by the apocalypse. I told you, my ambition is semi-renewed.

5 thoughts on “The end of the world”

  1. Does this mean you’ll be joining me in clean eating? Huzzah! (maybe)

    Or are you referring to changes like, you know, physical activity?

  2. kudos. always in favor of people makin’ positive changes in the ol’ life thing. iiiii…….think you should move. i like your apt it’s nice don’t get me wrong, buuuuuuut sometimes a whole new chap (that how i’m shortening the word “chapter,” do NOT ask me why because i do not know) is as easy to start as…packing up everything you own in the world and moving it and getting set up and transferring all your utilities and shit to a completely new place and changing all of your personal information to reflect said move and okay forget i ever mentioned it. just a thought. a bad one. by me. thankyou

  3. just wanted to drop by to say that i enjoy reading your blog intensely (found you by searching for fellow lucero lovers) and will be bookmarking the page so i can come back for more.

    :) thanks for writing!

  4. A1, why thank you!

    S, I don’t think what I’m doing is technically clean eating, although it’s a lot cleaner. And yes, if you’re talking about me trying to get laid more often, then yes, I am making changes to my physical activity level. Oh, I’m kidding. OR AM I?

    D, I am seriously looking to move some time soon. I have outgrown this place, even though I love it. I want a house. I need a spare room. I’d like a yard. I am looking to rent because I am lazy and irresponsible. Also, by “soon” I mean by the time I’m thirty.

    A2, thanks for stopping by! Glad you enjoy the crazy.

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