listing to port

Wow, didn't mean to leave my little junior high rant up there for two weeks. I was busy trying to have a life. Said life seems to consist of red wine, bridal shows and staying up too late, but hey, what are you gonna do?

I took a couple of days off this week and went up to Dallas to see Jef (duh, why on Earth would somebody ever intentionally go to Dallas unless there was a cute boy involved??) Lovely weekend, we managed to hit all the highlights with beer, late night You-tubing, a walk at a local park and some other things I won't mention because my mom reads this.

Ok, so there's this horrible commercial for some Nintendo DS hooha and the main feature is a creepy digital Asian guy and you have no idea how traumatizing it is to fall asleep on the couch only to wake up to creepy digital Asian guy asking me in his creepy digital voice to pick a number.

I've been reading mimi smartypants' archives lately (do I have to link her? Y'all all know how to find her by now, right? Right) and while it hasn't done much for my productivity, maybe her writing talent will rub off on me. Or not, and I'll just accidentally sound like a big ol' derivative faker. Which is fine too, there's plenty of room on the internet for one more of us.

I've also been reading jezebel pretty much non-stop. I've ended my self-imposed moratorium on celebrity news, obviously, but jezebel doesn't make me want to throw things and hurt people like all the other gossip-y type sites did. Of course, they're more than gossip and they pick on the girl mags and they don't have a single picture of a celebrity with a paintbrush penis next to their mouth, so y'know..that might explain the lack of rage.

I had a couple of beers with a friend after work (a friend! from work! Holy ass!) and we were sitting outside, at picnic type tables. In the process of doing...something, God knows what, breathing? picking my nose? I managed to slam my ankle bone into the bench. It was fine until about an hour ago and now it hurts like a motherfucker. A large motherfucker. I'm actually kind of looking forward to the bruise - my bruises are usually just these pale smudge type things that inspire people to do that mom thumb-lick-rub-it-off thing, so if I'm gonna hurt like this? I want a damn rainbow on my ankle, pleaseandthankyou.

Back to La Smartypants - wandering through her site gives me this really deep craving for hummus. I have a few cans of garbanzo beans in the pantry, maybe I'll whip up a batch.

You're not still buying hummus (if you eat it, that is) are you? Because that's just silly. Pre-made hummus is ridiculously expensive, considering you can make your own with an 89 cent can of garbanzo beans, some olive oil, lemon juice and random spices. Yeah, yeah tahini. I make my own without tahini and it tastes just fine and saves me the other 2 bucks for other, more important things. Like wine.

Aforementioned friend said she'd call if they (she and some other folks she knows) decided to go out, but it's now 11:30 and I'm starting to wear out. Either they're not going out, she's standing me up (which is really not a big deal, I promise), or they're going to go out so late that I'll probably be pathetically asleep on a Friday night by the time she calls. Oh well. I got stuff to do tomorrow and probably don't need to be out all night.

Friend (a name, I need a name) is currently going through some icky personal crap that I can really, REALLY relate to. While it sucks for her, it's oddly kind of nice to be able to talk about my personal crap and have somebody relate.

The TMI report - my boobs itch. Specifically the underside, where the wire of my bra hits. This happened last summer also, so I'm sure it has to do with sweat and underwires and the disgusting combination thereof. Also, none of my bras fit me correctly (there is no droopage, Jane) because I lost some weight, so I'm sure that doesn't help at all.

So yes, a new person to talk to, too much late-night TV, random dip making, Jezebel, pants and itchy tits. It is just a non-stop party over here.

And now it's magically 10:30 on Saturday night, and my kid is home (she was at her dad's/Round Rock friends' for a few days), Chinese food has been ordered and consumed, a beer run was made (somehow eyeliner, mascara and fruity lotion showed up in the bag as well) and now she's watching some horrible movie and I'm chatting with the Jef. A very full schedule.

This entry has been nothing but lists. Interesting. Time for hummus.