• I’ve been reading a lot lately about Tuscan wines, and trying to teach myself how to properly pronounce Italian words and phrases, and it has rekindled in me the long-held hunch that I am an Italian trapped in a Scotch-Irish body. “Sangiovese” and “Brunello” and “Trebbiano” can’t help but sound rich and sensuous as they roll off the tongue. (And to think, I thought it was “san-gee-oh-VEESE” until, like, two days ago.) • Today…
They‘re moving soon, so I figured I’d best walk myself down there at least once before they were gone. And I couldn’t have picked a more beautiful afternoon than today’s, when the sun was out but there wasn’t a prick of humidity, and the birds were singing and church choirs lined the streets and money fell from the sky … okay, it wasn’t that great, but it was a nice, brisk walk and I came…
Aw, crap. I’m so behind on stuff I want to write about. And oh, dear god it’s all gender related. But I’ll break my rants into tiny bite-size pieces for you, the distracted reader. Rant No. 1: This hilarious, gut-busting, hoo-hawing, zip-foo-fabulous link compares the faces of Republican women to those of Democrat women. You know, because when there are ladies involved, you’re pretty much obligated to compare their looks to each others’. Women love…
I thought I would be productive today and get up earlier than needed so I could frolick to campus and begin checking things off my massive to-do list. But the M’boro Water and Sewer Dept. decided to poo-poo on my plans, so they cut my water off. And Phil paid the bill! So he calls and sets things straight (he’s at work), but they can only loosely promise that they’ll get it back on before…
Back: Miraculously pain-free. It’s amazing how we forget that pleasure is often simply the absence of pain. Brain: Tired and overworked but still buzzing with life. Job: Begins May 24 at 7:45 a.m. sharp, when I’ll report for orientation. Groceries: Have not been completely consumed, though I did have tacos tonight, thanks to Phil and his practical know-how. He sure is a whiz with a skillet. I think I’ll go into work early tomorrow, and…
Valentine’s Day. Over with. Phew. It’s not just singles who hate it. There must be masses of couples who hate feeling socially obligated to do something nice for their other half one day each year. I prefer to think that my boyfriend is obligated to do something nice for me every day each year. To celebrate The Most Superficial of All Holidays, we cashed in all our spare change at the CoinStar in Bi/Lo. We…
Already, I’ve seen something cute today, and it’s only 9:30. I was skulking through the parking lot this morning, looking for a spot, when a woman and a little kid crossed the intersection in front of me. The kid, a 4-year-old blond boy, by my estimation, help up his hand for me to stop and smiled, mouthing “stooop” as they crossed. Heh. Direct deposit will save my soul. Even if my hard-earned $500 check has…
Back: Gradually getting better, after days of wincing at every movement. Still hurts to bend, though. Head: Still kind of cloudy with thoughts of things I need to do, projects I need to complete, work I need to tackle. Bank account: Tragically overdrawn. I really hope I don’t have to go to my apartment office and get my bad check and pay their fee, but I guess I’ll have to. This also means I can’t…
I almost forgot the Friday Five. At this moment, what is your favorite… 1. …song? Alone/Together by the Strokes. 2. …food? Fajita taco salad (chicken) from Camino Real 3. …tv show? Six Feet Under 4. …scent? Emporio Armani for women 5. …quote? The quote Amber has on her blog is bad-ass. “Eat the same apples, day comes, night falls. Read the same newspapers, day comes, night falls. Turn on the television, day comes, night falls.…
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