So I've discovered that frequenting the same local convenience stores has lead to all of the employees at all of the said establishments asking me where I live. Which, if I were like 2 billion blocks away, I could just answer far to...but when I live right across the street, becomes a bit more bothersome. Especially because they know exactly where I am. When I'm home. When I'm coming home late, etc. I really hope they'll use this knowledge for good. (world peace, and being my own personal body guard) as opposed to evil. raping/murdering/pilaging me.
So, there is this sound. This beeping. It comes in 3's. Beepbeepbeep. And it will continue for hours on end. It's outside my apartment building. I have no idea what it is. And I have no control over it. Consequently I am going insane. I want to murder beep maker. With my bare hands.
This afternoon I had a lovely brunch with my boo and her mother. (Boo-by which I mean friend, that I spend enough time with to qualify as a relationship.) I had an egg dish and we ordered an entire pitcher of yummy sangria. And the waiter didn't card me! Score! I always find it easier to get to know new people while mildly intoxicated!
Then I went home. And legit like legitlegit nearly peed my pants...I had to go soooooooo bad. Then I napped for an hour and woke up all headached (sangria + lack of water + sleep = slight dehydration known as midly/half-assed brunch time hangover)...took excessive amounts of pain pills...and ventured out to meet some extended family members for din din. Which was phenom and dim summy...but I felt like an ass for being the ONLY vegetarian and thus making us order extra dishes because only I wouldn't eat the carnivorous ones.
Now, I should be reading about early Christian martyrs. But rather I am blogging. And before this I was vainly channel surfing to find something on our TV. We do not have cable. This is a much more arduous task than it should be. Before that I was going on a find diet sunkist adventure. And before that I was eating mini-snickers and napping. They should make a Lifetime movie of my life.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment