Well then!
I had to do some back-reading and figure out where I was when last we spoke. OK! I will now ramble in the accustomed manner. I had the opportunity to ice-skate to Hotel California at the Depot Rink. It was a truly magical moment, and from now on, Don Henley will provide the soundtrack to all my magical moments. So, baby, I apologize in advance, but that’s just the way it has to be. Don Henley! Yesss. Speaking of the Hotel California, Jenn and I are crewing the 3day in San Diego in October. I am so very excited about going back to Ca-lee-fornia, which knows how to party. I wasn’t thrilled with San Diego the last time around, but by that time I had seen so damn much of that state. I hear I missed the really good stuff. It won’t happen again. Of course, I will also be at the Twin Cities event in June. My first choice of crew position is at a pit stop, which means I’d get to be one of the people in the silly theme outfits yelling at you as you drag your weary ass in for fruit and peanut butter crackers and blue drink. If I’m really lucky, I’ll be one of the chicks wearing the giant inflatable breast. A girl can dream. Speaking of breasts, I had to go bra-shopping today. I’m not really down, because I’m particular and therefore have to try on about 800 different options, to the point my boobs are fatigued and need a break. Anyway! One day the other week when I was doing laundry at the parents’*, my mom snuck in when I wasn’t paying attention and put my stuff in the dryer. It cracked the underwire in one bra, and distorted another. She then proceeded to chastise me for wearing underwires in the first place. I wasn’t even aware it was a moral issue, but there it was. (After the ‘WHY DO YOU HAVE TO BE ON THE PILL?’ discussion, I steer clear of these talks with her.) So I was a little discouraged that most bras now have that padded cup thing that makes you look mightily busty and smoothly nipple-free. I find this disturbing, and I will continue to be happy to show my true bust size and the fact that I do, indeed, have nipples. Just don’t tell my mother. Also, ‘proud to have nipples’ seemed like a good tshirt idea for about 2 seconds. And then it didn’t, not at all. Speaking of nipples, I have no more on that topic, but I’m looking forward to seeing what Google does with this post. I’m trying to think what I did last week, but mostly it all blends into work. Work made my brain tired and forgetful. Friday evening was the worst; I left there at 4:30 and don’t remember coming home at all. I woke up to the phone at 6pm, completely naked except for socks. I’d like to say I had a good story behind that, but I really don’t. Stress fucks me up. I know I went out Friday and Saturday night, and I remember I fell asleep on the couch last night, and the only thing that convinced me to actually go to bed was the fact that my door was unlocked, and Mr. Hooper could just wander in any time he liked and see me in the jammiepants with the hole in the butt. So not only would I be embarrassed that he saw my underwear, I’d have to find my phone and call the police because there was a dead children’s-show actor in my house, for god-only-knows what reason. I’m childishly excited about Valentine’s Day this year, in a way the me of yore would have despised out of envy. It’s all that grinning and sighing and in-love giddiness that everyone else wants to punch you for. And there’s a holiday to celebrate it? No way. Before I leave you with some random photos, I just have to say that LightLife makes this fake taco meat in a packet that on a scale of zero to way, qualifies as ‘way good’. I mean, for something you buy in a packet by the lunch un-meat at Whole Foods. You know. The Galaxy Nutritional Foods Veggie Wild Strings Mozzarella Flavor String Cheese Alternative gets a big fat zero, however. And here you go: my new puter (I’m the only person who is so vastly amused by the name GRAVEDIGGER, which I’m sure will get old in about a week and I’ll rename it), baking still life, the centerpiece to an art(?) project called ‘Jung plays Loteria’, and, well, Sam. I wouldn’t want you to go thinking I wasn’t that crazy cat lady. Alright, that about does it for tonight. Bye now.Jenni * Would you pay $3.50 a load in this building? No. You wouldn’t either.