judypatricia

I am full of Ethiopian food, strawberry shortcake and coffee.
Or at least I was about three hours ago.
Now I've moved on to some chicken I pulled out of the fridge that I have no intention of heating up, and soda. I don't know what it is about eating cold food straight from the refrigerator when you get home at night, but I sure as heck know that it's good and I love it.

Yesterday I was rummaging through one of those plastic storage bins you can buy at Target for about three bucks, looking for...whatever the hell I was looking for, I don't remember. Anyway, I look up at the opened window to my right, and see a big fucking hornet just walking around on the screen; only he was on the inside. Meaning at any given moment, he (or she) could fly right onto my now completely stiffened body, and sting the crap out of me. So I did what anyone else would have done given the situation: I backed awayon my kneesand reached for the humongous can of bug-spray that was conveniently located atop the nearby dresser. Now, being the kind of person who follows whatever the labels on things advise you, I check the can's list of bugs that can be annihilated with it, and to my dismay hornets were not listed. I tried to imagine what would happen to me should I choose to spray the living shit out of it regardless; I pictured one angry, and sticky, fucking bug who not only knows what I look like, but now has a reason to fly off the window screen and come get me. I panicked a bit then and just flung my arms out to slam down the window, trapping it in-between pane and the torture of knowing it won't ever get outside again. I checked earlier this afternoon to see if it was still there, and alive, and it was. Scumbag.

This afternoon I met with JohnnyWokNRoll and luckyP in the city, where they introduced me to utensil-free cuisine that wasn't a sandwich. After that, luckyP and I went in search of bakery goodness and caffeine; we found both. And just so everyone is clear, I love luckyP. She can check out my genetic makeup any day. Later, she and I went to watch the last bit of the show that's going on at the theater where JohnnyWhateverTheFuckMyUsernameIsThisWeek works at. It was good. And ethnic.

Then it was off to a movie with the baddest of the bad, UnnecessaryZ. We saw Collateral and I liked it a lot, even though I didn't think I would. Tom Cruise is only hunky when he plays kind of an asshole in a flick, such as this one. You should all go and ask UnZ about the raging hard-on he had during a particular club scene; although he may just direct you back here to ask me about it, considering I got to touch it. Wait. So yeah, I hope he treats us all to one of his famed movie reviews soon. And what's the deal with people dragging their young to movies which are not only targeted towards an adult audience, but are being played at 11pm? I've seen, and heard, more children at age-inappropriate films than I have when I'd gone to see the Harry Potter movies and Finding Nemo. I won't even mention those folks who sat to next me and UnZ, who felt the need to talk about every scene in the movie as they were happening.

PS: Go tell Kestrel she's cool.