Archive for December, 2005

December 11th, 2005

» the good bits

This Christmas I want a more even keel (which…isn’t really how that expression works, but you follow).

Yesterday Carrie and I went to Falafel King (which was taaasty), and going there and back I was deliriously happy imagining myself living so close-by. I was mentally plotting out all the places I could easily go — the Rainbow where I’ll shop, the Whole Foods up the street (finally!), the Jamba Juice. Jamba Juice, y’all. In summer walking distance. Punch Neopolitan Pizza! If it’s a nice day, Steph, we can *walk* there. All of Calhoun and Uptown literally minutes away. Tum Rup Thai will be more convenient than Big Bowl. Plus I’ll have awesome neighbors not two blocks away (at least until next fall). And Carrie knows where all the specialty markets are — where I can get gigantic cheap bags of rice and beans and cheap Indian spices. If I don’t get a pressure cooker for Christmas (which is really likely, since I, you know, haven’t actually asked anyone for one) I think it might be one of my first new-apartment purchases.

So much to do in the next few weeks. So little time left.

December 11th, 2005

» stephie stephie stephie woo!

Steph’s coming to visit meeee. ::wriggle::

So this entry is just an easy place for us to stick things we think of to do before we forget them. (Steph – feel free to edit the entry itself.)

Edit: And I’m going to keep changing the date so it remains the second post, so it’s easy to find.

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December 8th, 2005

» breathe

Last night I dreamt that we were opening a joint account for someone and a giraffe, and I didn’t know how to fill out the paperwork for that.

Yesterday I weighed the pros and cons of living vs. dying, and decided I’d give today a shot. No tears so far, so we’re already a leg up on Monday through Wednesday. It’s gonna be a good one.

December 6th, 2005

» another sucky title

Things I do not like:

  • oysters (salty salty salty & like chewing on a bit of slick pliable rubber)
  • shrimp (cold shrimp, at least, has this sort of chewy, muscley, curdy texture that’s sorta revolting)
  • having to cut things out of my holiday plans (like crocheted gift projects & gingerbread houses)
  • the idea that I may not be able to justify the expense of the internet at home
  • paper cuts & dry skin

Things I do like:

  • my new apartment (I move 1/1!)
  • my imminent raise (effective 1/1!)
  • space heaters (currently toastifying my toes!)
  • steal-cut oats (currently cuddlifying my tummy!)

Giles finally died sometime yesterday. I worry it might be because I didn’t feed him Friday or Saturday (and forgot to ask my fam to do it), and then made up for it a little on Sunday. Though he’s been looking old and droopy lately. Perhaps he’s another casualty of my over-stressed fall. (Salome too has been looking a little droopy and alarmingly crunchy. I am attempting to revive her, and hope there’s enough life left for her to come back around, because she’s only just started producing blossoms in the last year, and they were delightful — beautiful with a delicate, spicy scent. I would be quite sad to never see them again.)

I’m getting a headset for my phone at work. I got to pick out any one in the whole world, so I’m quite excited to find out tomorrow if it’s as nice as the price tag suggests it ought to be. Hopefully it’ll make the neverending phone trees at the annuity companies less irritating. I don’t so much mind sitting on hold so long as I’ve already made contact with a real person. Which…makes sense, since it’s the difference between waiting while someone sorts out your problem/question, and waiting to even get to tell it to someone.

Anyway. The apartment rocks. It’s in a small complex — just two buildings with five units each, built in the 40s. It’s full of charm, and the person before the current tenants painted it beautifully. The kitchen is yellow, the living room this lovely burgundy, the little hallway between the bedroom and the bathroom teal. I’m quite excited about the prospect of decorating — though less excited about the prospect of how much it’s going to cost to furnish the place, as I don’t have a couch or a dining set or — well, I’ve got hardly anything. A bed, a dresser, a desk, a bookshelf, an armchair. Ikea here I come.

December 4th, 2005

» call me Al

I think I’ve gotten about thirteen hours of sleep since Thursday morning. I’m going to go unpack, though it’s about the cruelest thing I can think to inflict on myself right now, other than going back outside in the cold. Or trying to have more coherent thoughts than those needed for this meme I stole from Katie:

  1. YOUR PORN STAR NAME (Name of first pet/Street you grew up on): Midnight Clayton
  2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME (Name of your favorite snack food/Grandfather’s first name): Oatmeal Harper
  3. YOUR FASHION DESIGNER NAME (First word you see on your left/Favorite restaurant): Updates Big-Bowl
  4. EXOTIC FOREIGNER ALIAS (Favorite spice/Last foreign vacation spot): Cinnamon Sorrento
  5. SOCIALITE ALIAS (Silliest childhood nickname/Town where you first partied): Mermaid Kirksville
  6. “FLY BOY” ALIAS (a la J. Lo) (First initial/First two or three letters of your last name): R. Whi.
  7. ICON ALIAS (Something sweet within sight/Any liquid in your kitchen): Banana Windex
  8. DETECTIVE ALIAS (Favorite baby animal/Where you went to high school): Puppy Wayzata
  9. BARFLY ALIAS (Last snack food you ate/Your favorite alcoholic drink): Tangerine Long-Island
  10. SOAP OPERA ALIAS (Middle name/Street where you live): Anne Clayton
  11. ROCK STAR ALIAS (Favorite candy/Last name of favorite musician): Snickers Amos