A'ville
Aha! My deductive skills tell me you are on one of your little side trips to my old stomping grounds. I miss it so much. I often think about moving back, but always get stuck when I try to think of what I would do there. Wait tables? Been there, done that. I'd rather not move 3000 miles just to say "you want fries with that" to people who are going to demand buckets of sweet tea.
I found my Portishead CD today; it's been missing since January. I'm glad I found it before I replaced it. I was getting close.
Again, I wish I had more stuff to report that isn't about how my life sucks, but I don't. The weather here is chilly when it's sunny and the rest of the time it's raining. I had a nightmare last night that someone was going to shoot me, and it really freaked me out. I think I was actually talking in my sleep, but of course, no one was there to witness it. If I talk in my sleep and there's no one there to hear it, do I actually make a sound? Hmm.
Still making decisions that probably aren't that great, but I never did, so at least I still have a perfect record. I realized today that I don't really remember how to have fun and be silly. What happened to me? Is this how I'm going to be for the rest of my life? Serious and sad? I sure hope not. Or have I always been this way and I just didn't know it?
Anyway, you'll be surprised to know that since I've started living by myself, I actually started cooking. And I don't own a microwave, so it's the real kind of cooking--the kind that involves heat. And believe it or not, I'm actually not bad. I do burn a few things here and there (I realized that cooking sausage can be a bit tricky) and sometimes I set off the smoke alarm (mostly because there's no hood over the stove, just a vent), but I have made some things that are pretty good. It's amazing what living alone does to change a person (I also spend regular intervals cleaning this place up; my clothes aren't strewn about in random piles).
So say hello to A'ville for me. If you see Burt, tell him he's a jackass. Actually, that goes for any of the schmucks out there that dumped me. Have a good time.
I found my Portishead CD today; it's been missing since January. I'm glad I found it before I replaced it. I was getting close.
Again, I wish I had more stuff to report that isn't about how my life sucks, but I don't. The weather here is chilly when it's sunny and the rest of the time it's raining. I had a nightmare last night that someone was going to shoot me, and it really freaked me out. I think I was actually talking in my sleep, but of course, no one was there to witness it. If I talk in my sleep and there's no one there to hear it, do I actually make a sound? Hmm.
Still making decisions that probably aren't that great, but I never did, so at least I still have a perfect record. I realized today that I don't really remember how to have fun and be silly. What happened to me? Is this how I'm going to be for the rest of my life? Serious and sad? I sure hope not. Or have I always been this way and I just didn't know it?
Anyway, you'll be surprised to know that since I've started living by myself, I actually started cooking. And I don't own a microwave, so it's the real kind of cooking--the kind that involves heat. And believe it or not, I'm actually not bad. I do burn a few things here and there (I realized that cooking sausage can be a bit tricky) and sometimes I set off the smoke alarm (mostly because there's no hood over the stove, just a vent), but I have made some things that are pretty good. It's amazing what living alone does to change a person (I also spend regular intervals cleaning this place up; my clothes aren't strewn about in random piles).
So say hello to A'ville for me. If you see Burt, tell him he's a jackass. Actually, that goes for any of the schmucks out there that dumped me. Have a good time.
1 Comments:
Actually, I was in Charlotte. I guess the Hampton Inn wireless connection was your "deductive reasoning." LOL
I'm not ignoring your other post/questions, I just am really busy and don't have time to post a thorough response. But, I will.
And, you, cooking?! ;-)
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