But that's irrelevant.
Yesterday was lovely. My one day off this week, I slept in until Matt called around 11:00 to see if I could take him to Bread and Company on his lunch break. I was a bit late (there are too many parking garages at the Green Hills Mall), so we got the food to-go and finished eating when we got back to the garage. My dear Skylark (really Carla's dear Skylark, Frida) hasn't been doing so well lately; she likes to overheat in stop-and-go traffic (such as you might find in Green Hills), so I decided to browse around the mall whilst the car cooled down.
Of course, Victoria's Secret's semi-annual sale is going on as I type. I'm a sucker for that sale -- they have such good bras at such good prices! I mean, $20 instead of $50? I like that kind of price. So I bought a bra and a terrycloth robe and a tube of that magical lip gloss. That stuff is usually $18 but was only $12 -- still a lot to pay, yes, but this stuff really is amazing. It makes your lips sting.
Right. So after that I decided to leave (since I have to start paying back my student loans this month...which means that I really shouldn't have splurged at all). On second thought, I decided to see if there were any showings of Sex in the City coming up in the next hour or so...and there was -- the first show was at 1:20. So I went, and trivial as a Louis Vuitton bag (rental or not) is, I did actually enjoy the movie. I'm not going to be critical about it now, though I will mention that it wasn't as good as the show. That should be a given though.
At any rate, I felt euphoric upon leaving the theater. I drove straight home and began to shower love on my dear boyfriend who I am determined to never break up with over anything stupid. People sure can be stupid.
Anyway. I did laundry and straightened my bedroom...the latter looks quite nice now, excepting the stack of books and baskets of laundry over there in the corner. Just ignore that -- I do.
Yep. I have impeccable taste.
We made fajitas last night. More accurately, Matt made fajitas (and then cleaned up). They were delicious. And I think that's about it. We watched Little Miss Sunshine, and then had to go to bed. I'm closing today, so still have plenty of time to lounge around in my lovely bed.
Hormones, man. They suck.
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What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)
Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.
1 comment:
All of it sounds SO lovely. Although, it's quite unusual to hear you comment on make-up! I miss being there with you very much. My old Jeep heats up in the summer too. Why are cars so difficult sometimes? I don't think you should break up over something stupid either. That's a great goal!
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