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I'm kind of ambivalent about 29.
I mean, it's not 30, so it doesn't really warrant a big celebration, but on the other hand it's almost 30, so I'm a little freaked out about what I've done with my life and where I'm headed.
Meh.
Thank you for the birthday wishes, though. They are appreciated.
I mean, it's not 30, so it doesn't really warrant a big celebration, but on the other hand it's almost 30, so I'm a little freaked out about what I've done with my life and where I'm headed.
Meh.
Thank you for the birthday wishes, though. They are appreciated.
Tell me good things about Canada and/or Montreal/Quebec. Ass/Butt.
Like if I were to visit, say, next fall, what should I see/do/eat?
Other than behead a guy on a bus.
Like if I were to visit, say, next fall, what should I see/do/eat?
Other than behead a guy on a bus.
When did people get so rude? My usual practice is to show up fairly early for a movie because I'm habitually early for most things and because I'm a little picky about my seat choice. That didn't happen yesterday when we went to see The Dark Knight, and we showed up to a mostly full theater. I had gone ahead to scout for seats, and not being able to find three together, I decided to just take seat next to the door and wait for the people I was with to decide what to do.
So I ask the lady in the next seat if the seat is taken. Her response? "Mmm." Not, "no, and please let me move the purse I have hanging over the armrest and the greasy food I have hanging half way into it." Just, "mmm." So I take it anyway and wait. My people arrive and we spot three seats a row up. It turns out the middle one is saved. That's right, in this sold out theater some guy has decided to sit in the middle of three seats with an empty seat on either side of him.
So Adam takes an empty seat a row down and Randy and I sit on either side of this seat being saved by some nachos and a Coke. The guy eventually wanders back in and towards his seat. I ask him if we can switch so I can sit next to my husband. The answer is, "I guess," so it's what I want to hear, but it's said in the rudest tone possible. For a seat in a movie theater. I swear.
Also, I had a dream last night that I was swimming in front of my co-workers, in a too-small bathing suit, in a pool full of dead people. What does that mean, I wonder?
So I ask the lady in the next seat if the seat is taken. Her response? "Mmm." Not, "no, and please let me move the purse I have hanging over the armrest and the greasy food I have hanging half way into it." Just, "mmm." So I take it anyway and wait. My people arrive and we spot three seats a row up. It turns out the middle one is saved. That's right, in this sold out theater some guy has decided to sit in the middle of three seats with an empty seat on either side of him.
So Adam takes an empty seat a row down and Randy and I sit on either side of this seat being saved by some nachos and a Coke. The guy eventually wanders back in and towards his seat. I ask him if we can switch so I can sit next to my husband. The answer is, "I guess," so it's what I want to hear, but it's said in the rudest tone possible. For a seat in a movie theater. I swear.
Also, I had a dream last night that I was swimming in front of my co-workers, in a too-small bathing suit, in a pool full of dead people. What does that mean, I wonder?
The seventeen year old house-sitter from Craigslist did not neglect my pets and burn down my house. She only ate frozen corn dogs and played Rock Band as far as I can tell.
I got a sweet vacation on the Oregon coast where it was seventy and more beautiful than any place has a right to be, instead of 100° with humidity out the ass like it was in Portland. I'm stuffed with delicious, fresh, and local oysters.
I also got a sweet new camera (watch this space for cute raccoon pictures) and canning supplies from my dad. I'm going to have to hit the farmer's market and pick up some salsa supplies before the season ends.
Next up it looks like some sort of Independence Day celebration and then a weekend in Seattle.
Everything's coming up Rachel.
I got a sweet vacation on the Oregon coast where it was seventy and more beautiful than any place has a right to be, instead of 100° with humidity out the ass like it was in Portland. I'm stuffed with delicious, fresh, and local oysters.
I also got a sweet new camera (watch this space for cute raccoon pictures) and canning supplies from my dad. I'm going to have to hit the farmer's market and pick up some salsa supplies before the season ends.
Next up it looks like some sort of Independence Day celebration and then a weekend in Seattle.
Everything's coming up Rachel.
God help me, I'm giving a seventeen year old I found on Craigslist the keys to my house for the weekend.
I've done more questionable things in my life, but not many.
I've done more questionable things in my life, but not many.
