Thursday, October 15, 2009

stuff that has nothing to do with anything. (maybe.)

I had a date the other night that I thought was scheduled for a different night, so I didn't leave the house dressed the way I might normally dress for a first date. Luckily I was non-dowdy enough to actually go on the date and not reschedule it. I wasn't 100% confident about my outfit, though, so I asked Fernando if what I was wearing was ok.

"I wouldn't pretend I wasn't there to meet you if I saw you wearing that outfit."

Good old Nando. Always showering me with compliments.
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I left the house the other morning and saw my breath. [insert long, boring, complaint-filled paragraph with lots of muttering and head-shaking here.]
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There were lots of toilets in Greece where you weren't allowed to flush the toilet paper in the toilet. Which made for a lot of smelly bathrooms.

Also, on the island of Santorini, they tell you not to drink the water. And then they charge you €1.50 for a bottle of it. I smell a conspiracy (and a bathroom)!
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I spread my scarf across my face the other day and asked Fernando if I looked like a spooky ghost. "No," he said, "You look like you have pizza stretched across your face."

Oh, right. Duh.
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I cheated on my chiropractor today. I love him, I really do, and I'll be forever indebted to him for introducing me to the many joys of bone cracking. However, my new chiropractor? Ok, yeah, he's ridiculously hot. He knows it, too, so that ratchets it down a notch, but now I have to start thinking about what kind of underwear I wear to my appointments!

The best part? His office likes to focus on massage. (I got poked in the psoas today.) This could be the start of something wonderful...
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I'm reading a 920 page book right now and I've slogged all the way through to page 620. I'm not in love with it, but I'm committed to it at this point. My favorite part so far has been when the narrator described something unpleasant as "moisturizing with Tabasco."
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Crazy homeless man who haunts the 53rd Street station was back tonight. I took notes as he dictated. Learn ye this:
"When you sleep with the boss, you never have to work."
"The Senator had to beat his wife."
"Lesbians don't know they're women. Mental illness!"

Kettle, honey? It's pot. You're black.

3 comments:

Earl said...

No wonder you're not in love with it--Cryptonomicon is too much of a Geekboy book. The Baroque Cycle is way better in my humble oh. Lots of bodice ripping and they make explosives out of pee.

Though Cryptonomicon does have a great explication on eating Cap'n Crunch.

Trish said...

did you get to use any of those toilets in Greece that are just holes? and you squat over them? ew

k8nyc said...

No holes-in-the-ground toilets, luckily. Although there were a shocking number of seatless ones which led to essentially the same physicality.