Plays Well With Others

Head in the Clouds …

Even the Luuuuuuurve Doctor can get hit by the love bug, you know. But I’m not going to fill this entry with all of that, afterall, I can only make you suffer through that from time to time.

I do really appreciate though all the emails and messages I’ve receieved from readers wishing me well, and congratuating me … I feel like I’m getting married or something.

I should also mention that I finally got a good nights rest last night, the first in three nights of mostly sleeplessness. Ah, aint love grand.

It makes it hard for you to eat, sleep, think, and even though all these things are happening, you wouldnt give it up.

My only hesistance now, is that I dont know how I’m going to deal with all of this in regards to this journal. What I mean is normally, I’d just write down everything here and that would be that, but because French Girl can read this, I find myself being a little more choosy about what I’m writing … maybe I’ll have French Girl do an entry for me sometime. Now wouldnt that be interesting.

Also, to answer Tim’s, plagerizing boy accusation, I believe Krysten said she came up with the very first Adjective Gender description, not that I’m pointing fingers or anything.

So, let me tell you about my day yesterday. After a morning call from French Girl, a great way to wake up I might add, I began the process of trying to rid myself of a sudden burst of energy. Perhaps stress energy, who knows. I began scrubbing down the entire apartment. Me, my scrub brush, and my bottle of liquid cleanser ridding the world of evil dirt and grime.

I began in the kitchen, removing everything from the countertops and scrubbing the sink and countertops. I didnt even the sink could get that white, but somehow it sparkled. The 70’s countertops however, didnt exactly sparkle like new. It’s hard to make a white countertop with gold random lines sparkle like new. I then scrubbed the appliances and moved my way to the bathroom, where I scrubbed the tub on my hands and knees. I know you are all jealous at this point. There had been this dark spot in the bathtub since we moved in and we couldnt get it cleaned, but this morning I managed to clean it off.

It took me about an hour or so to do al the cleaning and I left everything looking spic and span. I’m never cleaning ever again. I dont care if I have to pay someone to do it, but it was way too much work for one human being to do in a lifetime.

Someone smack me if I ever get that idea in my head again. I did managed to wake up my roommate with all the racket I was making and I guess out of guilty feelings she volunteered to scrub the floors, so I didnt have to do that. When I left for the laundromat, she was scrubbing each tile one by one. I tend to opt for a mop, but everyone had their own way of doing things.

The laundromat was a whole new experience for me. I’ve never been to one. This one was named Mrs. Bubbles or something. So, I walked in with my basket of clothes and filled up three washing machines full of stuff, dropped in my quarters and went out to my car to read and listen to the radio. Half and hour later, I went in and the clothes were ready for the drying cycle. I figured I would toss them all in a dryer and head back to the car to finish reading. Unfortunately I was taken hostage.

This lady came over and asked me for a couple of quarters, and after thinking about how many I had and how much it would cost me to dry my clothes I handed her two quarters of my five.

Well, I guess this simple act of kindness made me the target for the day, because she then led me over to a dryer and told me I should use that one because it was newer, dried faster and she still had five minutes left on it. I figured, okay, I’ll use up the leftover five minutes, whatever. So, I loaded my clothes in and this lady began talking to me while I was doing this. In fact, she talked to me the entire five minutes the dryer was going. I had to interrupt her to get the rest of my clothes out of the washing machine, and when I returned she picked up right where she left off.

She talked the entire half hour my clothes were drying. Have you ever felt like a trapped animal. That was me. Sort of like when the church people come up and start talking to you and you dont want to be rude so you listen to them. The entire time I didnt get one word in, she talked nonstop. I dont know if she was even breathing. She talked about how our mattresses are filled with dust that makes us sick, our walls are also coated, as well as our floors. Thats why we are all sick and dying. Also, all the food we eat is pure garbage … its a conspiracy you know. You need to grow your own food and vegetables and make your own juice. Organic. That’s the way to go. Dont eat the shit they sell in the stores, its all full of pesticides and its going to kill you. Oh, and do you like fast food. Well, you know they never change the grease in those fry machines If you want fries, go to a health store and buy organic pototoes and slice them up and put them in the oven. And dont waste. You shouldn’t have any garbage if you reuse everything. Watermelon rinds make good preserves.

And the reason I have to wear glasses is because I dont drink enough carrot juice. Yep. And why am I paying rent. I need to buy a house, rent is such a waste.

Anyhow, I think you get the idea, she talked for half and hour. Thank god my machine buzzed. I didnt care if the clothes were still wet even, I just grabbed them, tossed them in the basket and got the hell out of there. I just wasn’t up for that early Sunday morning.

My next stop was to home to drop off the clothes, and fold them, and then I decided to go for a beach hike. The second in a weekend. I had some thinking to do and the beach is always a good place to do things like that. On the way to the beach I called my friend Les to update on his life and let him know about mine.

I have an earpiece for my cellphone, so often it looks like I’m talking to myself as I drive, but its actually much safer than holding a phone on your head. His girlfriend had been gone the week, so he was trying to live life without her, and was paying bills when I called.

I stayed on the phone as I exited the car and took my hike. I didnt realize that the earpiece could pick up so much of the background noise, but Les began to get very concerned as I was talking and he could hear what sounded like “wild animals attacking me” in the background. I pointed out that all I saw was the waves lapping at the shores and a slight breeze, but he insisted that I was being mauled by a pack of wild boars. We ended up figuring out that it was the earpiece picking up wind and other noises.

So, our conversation as they usually are was haphazard, goofy and serious all intertwining one another. His big drama in life was the fact that since his girlfriend went on vacation, he went on a bit of a spending spree. He bought a ton of Star Wars action figures because they were on clearance for a small percentage of the original cost. The problem is that his girlfriend would kick his ass if she found out he spent all that money. Because a) he can’t really afford it, b) they are saving money to pay off bills and for their future, c) they are going on vacation Friday and need money for that. To say the least, he’s not going to tell her until they come back from vacation or he’d have hell to pay the entire trip.

I also finally told him about French Girl, meaning I had to tell him about this journal. Not the URL of the journal, so he won’t find it, but just the fact that one existed. He thought it was cool, but also freaked him out that I could have so much information out on the web like that. He now thinks I’m a member of the CIA because of my secret double life.

He also asked me all about French Girl, you know the basics, how do you know her, what’s she like, all that kind of stuff. What was funny was, I’m not the one used to being on the recieving end of getting advice. I can give it, but getting advice is unfamiliar territory, but as usual it helps to talk everything out.

The latter part of my day was pretty uneventful. I found time to nap, like old people do. I think the sleep deprevation finally caught up with me, and I rested my eyes for about an hour, during which time I made a decision to unaccessable to the world, so I shut my phone ringer off and closed my door. Sometimes you just have to shut yourself off from the world.

I then spent some time talking to French Girl on the phone at night. She made an effort to keep the converstation from getting too serious, which I really appreciate, because I finally got a good nights sleep with happy thoughts swimming in my head.

I got to work today and realized I forgot my lunch that I packed. I know I left it on the counter. That sucks. I might just have to go home and get it. I havent’ been hungry lately, but I spent last night cooking just so I’d have lunch today and now I forgot it. Argh!

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