"What if he's bisexual?"
"I think if he's bisexual everyone wins."
And this morning's, which made me laugh so hard I snorted:
"We asked around and people are really on the fence about it. It could to either way."
"Oh, hon, there is no fence."
"There's just pasture?"
"There's just green, green pasture."
"...AKA the Hudson River Valley."
Apologies for the inside jokes, but they must be recorded for posterity.
...but Joshua Tree really is an excellent album.
I am spending my Saturday night reading Sherlock Holmes, listening to old albums, and drinking a bottle of wine. It is the best Saturday night ever. Being a hermit is awesome.
Gotta go- need more wine.
Autofill defines my life: if you go to YouTube on my computer and type the letter "o" into the search field, my autofill recommends "obama dancing" or "orgazmo unicorn."
Who knew I was so simple?
New favorite wikipedia entry: "He also started to believe that some higher power was trying to kill him..."
Wouldn't you? That's insane.
Hi. I missed you. (Not really, but it sounds good, doesn't it?)
Tonight Chicago is foggy and rainy and dark and perfect for all that wonderful WWII-era music that takes up 40% of my music library.
Also, all of the google ads in my gmail inbox are showing up in Arabic. Quoi?
The first of my college friends just announced she's knocked up.
I am awash in horror.
Maybe it's because I've been working six day weeks and fourteen hour days and just haven't noticed it, but I woke up this morning after a blissful fourteen hours of sleep and noticed that apparently all the leaves fell off the trees last night. It's autumn! Which means it will be winter in very short order and I have an almost unbearable craving for apple cider.
Public transportation: 99% of the time, it is one of my very favorite things about living in a real city. Runs all night! Involves next to no thought! No designated driver necessary!
And then there are days like today when I long for the privacy of my very own carbon footprint.
Unattractive middle-aged man: *rubs inappropriately against P&G* Hey, let's share a pole.
P&G: *looks horrified* ...no!
Contributions for therapy are welcome.
What did P&G do with Friend A last night?
(A) Break our livers. Permanently.
(B) Decide that we definitely need to see Cuba before Castro dies.
(C) Eat all the sushi available in the River North neighborhood.
(D) All of the above.
Bacon. Chocolate. Bacon. Chocolate.
Bacon Chocolate?
Holy shit, I'm in love.
Sounds gross? Come visit me in Chicago and I will change your mind. It's like they put jesus in candy bar form.
Four twenty-something young men seem to be playing... beanbag toss...? On the sidewalk across the street from me. At 8:25 on a Friday night.
Um?
An hour later: Still playing. I am so confused.
an email (excerpted):
Random thoughts on [wedding] vows/ceremony
Things that must not be included:
Nursery rhymes
The word "love" --Seriously, I will throw up.
No mention of souls. They don't fucking exist. We are not "two souls joined into one."
Hey, it's your dad. I was thinking of sending a text message so I thought I'd give you a call and ask you how. Give me a call back if you get a chance.
Which means it must be time to break out the John Cougar Mellencamp.
Hell yeah, hurts so good.
I have to say, this weekend has been fairly fantastic. I spent most of yesterday alternating between reading and napping, with a few interrupting arguments with my parents via phone about where to spend Christmas. (Mexico seems to be leading at the moment! Beach + Myan ruins = totally acceptable vacation.)
Today I woke up at my usual 7:30 but recklessly went back to sleep until 9:30. Crazy! I just got back from seeing Mrs. Warren's Profession as presented by Remy Bumppo Theatre Company, which was fantastic. Love GB Shaw as per usual. I walked to and from the theater, so I even got to enjoy some of the beautiful weather. I am now waiting for friends of the family to call so we can choose a dinner venue, which means something very tasty is on the horizon.
Of course I got nothing done in the way of packing for my trip, but heck, I don't leave until Wednesday. Plenty of time! And now, back to the laziness.
I'm feeling especially alive this morning —no, wait, I know that sounds stupid, please bear with me while I try to explain.
The tea that I'm drinking right now is, wow, perfectly brewed and deliciously hot and feels so good going down the throat.
The song I'm listening to right now is awesome, so awesome that I really want to hit the back button to repeat it, but I'm not going to because I know the next song is going to be at least as awesome, if not more awesome.
I don't really know to what I should be attributing this abnormally thrilled-with-everything mood. Anticipation of my trip to Morocco in less than two weeks? Several nights in a row spent drinking in the company of friends? Sleep deprivation? Hormones?
Certainly not the weather. It's cold (cooooooold, coooooooold) today. I'd rather be curled up in my warm bed right now, but heck, you can't have everything, right?
Besides, I'm sure my good mood will round down to apathy quite soon. Nothing like an interdepartmental meeting to reestablish a blah attitude.
In the meantime, I'll be dancing at my desk. No, really. Benefit of getting here an hour before everyone else.
1. Finding a tube of your favorite lip goo that you thought you were out of and that you were waiting until September to buy because it's only available in Europe (bastards).
2. Pretty new bed sheets. With stripes!
3. The anticipation of post-work champagne.
Summary: lip goo, new sheets, champagne. Which makes it sound like I'm having a really flirtatious social life these days. Untrue, but I'm all for false impressions!
