Today reminds me of San Francisco. The temperature, the sky, the breeze, my clothes (sweatshirt, jeans, flip-flops), the guy who was walking down the sidewalk in front of me semi-cagily smoking a joint. Someone's birthday, good coffee cravings, my attempt to get a farm share. I miss that city. I think it's time for a visit, at the very least.
I went to a club night Tuesday, somewhat randomly. The scene was, well, scene. The music was good, and I ran into Flynn (which is always good), but I wonder if I have moved beyond this type of activity's demographic. I mean, I was a little trashed, so I didn't care at all at the the time -- I was there to DANCE, which I love more than most things on this earth. ("Move outta the way, kiddos! Vieve's been doin' this since you were 12!") But in the sober light of noon on Wednesday, I wonder if I didn't make an ass of myself.
For some time now, I've been looking for fried chicken. Every so often, I get a craving for fried chicken, but I don't want to go to KFC. (And can't, really, now that the one on Walden is closed.)
So I've looked and looked for some more-delicious (and rat-feces-free) alternative, but have always come up empty. Except for some place in Roxbury(? Dorchester?), which in the Boston-area cosmology might as well be in Vermont. But I have come up empty.
Today, however, I found a link to the Coast Cafe in Cambridge. Yum. I will go soon.
MMMM, fried.
When you are feeling low, it is probably not the best idea to read the alumni newsletter from your fancypants prep school. "I just won a Pulitzer, have developed a cure for cancer, still have hott sexxx with my neurosurgeon/runway model/Olympic medalist wife of 10 years, and am expecting my fourth perfect child this summer. Drop by our villa in Tuscany if you're in the neighborhood!"
Yeah.
Also, on the back of it is a picture of a group of students in front of the Louvre. It took me a few minutes to realize, but it's from when I went to France. You can't see my face, though, because I'm standing off to the side with my head turned, hanging out with Chuck. We were both so too cool for everyone else, and I'm surprised we're even in the picture at all. Damn, we had fun in Paris.
Chuck died... 5 years ago now? 6? He was living in Boston after college, and had invited me to a couple of parties, but I was too shy to go. I hate myself a little for that. I wish I could have seen him at least once, heard his fantastic laugh and gotten a really good Chuck-hug or two.
I miss you, Chuck. "Poussez!"
I'm not exactly sure what happiness is at the moment, but I know it doesn't involve waking up and puking at 4 a.m. In fact, I think that whatever the opposite of waking up and puking at 4 a.m. is, that is most likely happiness.
I am not happy today.
I really want to see Aqua Teen Hunger Force Colon Movie Film For Theaters and Grindhouse.
If this diminishes your regard for me, so be it.
And also, you are lame.
I was going to go out dancing tonight, but I had a long day, and just couldn't do it. But just for the hell of it, I put on my stripy thigh-highs and mini skirt and pranced around my room for a bit, striking pseudo-disco poses in my mirror. And, for a few minutes, entertained the idea of going out anyway. And then put on my jammies. I guess I'm going to bed now. Next time.
It's been a bad day for Petes. Feel better soon, the both of you.
I was talking to a friend who likes to call me Cupcake, and was talking about another friend who sometimes calls me Muffin, and the question arose, "what is it about you that calls to mind sweet bakery items?"
Well?
Last night, while I was picking up my pizza, I walked past a liquor store in Winter Hill. It had a sign that said "OPEN SUNDAY NOON-11. SEE THE EASTER BUNNY."
I'm not sure whether that means someone dressed as the Easter Bunny will be at the store today or it means you can buy enough booze to facilitate alcoholic dementia, during which you will see huge pink bunnies.
I just got my computer back, and it's working, but it's all empty and I hate fiddling with shit like this and Front Row isn't on there, so I can't use my remote like I want, and so I think I just need to reinstall my shit from the original discs I have but I can't deal with it now and it is making me so frustrated, I am crying. Not just an angry tear seeping out, but full-on crying. Goddamnit. I just want to watch fucking Wrath of Khan and eat my motherfucking dinner and go to bed.
Fuckers.
eta: I think this involves more than my stupid computer. Duh.
You should read my parents' blog, right here. Do it.
On the plus side:
- I finally have a relatively large sum of money in my bank account now, so I can pay rent and stuff. (Freelance = feast or famine. Exciting!)
- My computer is (supposedly) fixed, so I can pick that up tomorrow, after I fork over a chunk of cash to Apple and their cadre of Evil Geniuses.
- The sun came out today.
- I seem to have entirely lost my appetite. This is really not good, and gives me yet another thing about which to obsessively worry, but at least perhaps I will lose some of my winter chub.
- After spending the better part of 24 hours in bed, I no longer feel on the verge of physical illness. Woozy, but not nearly as assy.
On the minus side:
- I feel like I am losing my ever-loving mind. I fear this trumps all.
I woke up this morning worrying about bounced checks and about my hard drive, which was being replaced by Apple and on which there might be some somewhat unsavory and sensitive data. If you see my ass or SS# on the interwebs, that's why.
Speaking of ass, that describes nicely how I feel at the moment. I've felt on the verge of some flu-y sickness for the past 2 weeks, and at this point I'd just like my immune system to get on with it already and give me the smackdown that is inevitably coming. I haven't been sick since early November, when I had strep throat, which is unheard of for me. Emergen-C and my trusty neti pot have kept the germs at bay, but now I feel like they're simply delaying the inevitable and I should just get sick now before it mutates into Ebola or some shit.
Plus, this weather is enraging me. I would like to get into bed now and wake up in May. That might be best for all concerned parties.
I wish I didn't frighten you.
Even a little bit.
<3
My dreams were cinematic and strange last night. A group of bookies was unhappy with how odds were playing out, so they decided to salt the universe with new possibilities. I saw acquaintances and near strangers from high school: one so cold and odious, I hissed and growled at her, the other so garrulous and happy, I told her things I've never told anyone. Another long-ago friend developed a predilection for cats, to a deviant and somewhat disgusting extent.
There were other pieces, but I can't remember them now. All I know is, that cat part woke me up at 3:30. Yikes.