2001:September:21
2001
I chatter like I'm all somethin.
Listen, I'm going to have to admit it. I enjoy Oprah Winfrey. I think she's a nice person to have on Earth.
A slice of my night tonight: one of those rare nights when husband is working and it's a Friday and I'm sitting at home like I'm on a date with myself after dropping Greg and Kent off at their friend Steve's to save them the walk. I'm in my thrift store blue, god's eye like "the Gap does 70's vintige" skirt and my size x-small sassy Adidas shirt -which reminds me of Jodi Sewell in elementary school. Ahhhhhhh what a life I've done. Everything is so there.
Have I told you that I'm insanely annoyed at this moment? Not only do I have this whole bizarre friend situation on my back burner (did anyone else even read the one entry that I went back and deleted?), but the country is freaking out when it shouldn't be, and every one is afraid. There is so much more that could go on.
Anyway, I'm in my orange-walled office in my house in wilmington north carolina. My cats Pads and Stripey are in here with me. I have a white Ikea sofabed with a zebra-striped pillow. I also have a print of a spanish lobster on the wall. I have bamboo blinds and a white, fuzzy rug. One wall in the room is painted stark white. It's the wall where the door is. It's a nice nippy-ish night, but I'm going to bed soon because I've got the praxis test to take.
I'm listening to my 100 disk cd changer on random mode. Right now is R.E.M.'s "Oddfellows Local 151". It's an OK song, but I don't love it like I felt I should in college(ah remember the violent femmes album?). Now, Tom Waits Volume one early years is playing "I hope that I don't fall in love with you". This song is so Spring Break in college (the PIVOTAL one), but I'm glad I didn't throw it away, becuase they were wonderful times (in a true sense).
Welp. Oh yeah. I should mention. I'm aware of two people really seeming to "digg" my words. I'm sure this makes my words tinged with "full of myself" overtones, but in a way I'm too touched (although suspicious that they might be freaks of course). So now you know almost everything in my head.
Hmmm Nirvanah would be fun to listen to right now.
Beunos nachos. (hopefully, I'm just in a hugely prolific phase and will quit writing sooooo much eventually).
