First off, thank God Easter is over!! Can I get an, AMEN! I spent Easter snowed in. I wanted to spend Easter alone, and had worked six days straight, with the goal of solitude as my driving force. But, as with most things, it was too much of a good thing, and I found myself going a little bit crazy by the third night. I won't go into details, but the blood dots under my eyes are acting as this week's reminder that the time has come for me to headed to my beloved Basel to bask in the glory of Grossi and Chung.
I find myself just waiting for Spring to come at this point. I am so sick of the snow and cold. I have been wearing the same thing since November, and I think most people have grown tired of my thermal-cardigan look (I guess that's what happens when you buy three of the same sweater). I want to put my winter coat away for the last time (California Winters!), and bring out the SHAZAM I got stored in the back of my closet.
A big/late birthday shout-out to my one and only sister, who celebrated a birthday last Saturday. If you are a long time reader/lover of the blog, you probably already know that my sister is nothing short of my muse. My sister knows me better then ANYONE, and I don't necessarily mean that in a good way. She's almost freak-like in the way that she can read me when I don't want to be read. I remember this one time, we were over here in Switzerland, and a cousin of ours that I have always disliked, mentioned that she just broke up with her boyfriend. The cousin showed us a picture of her ex, who was kind of cute, and my sister turned to me and said, "Don't think about it." At that moment I hated and feared her more then any other time before. So, to my sister, Happy Birthday Sissy, you scare the shit out of me and I love you for it.
I would also like to mention that I got some great hair going on today. One of the set-backs of not leaving my apartment is that I don't get to flaunt the fro. I feel ok saying that only because I spent the first twenty-two years of my life being called Frizzle Fry and looking like a Q-Tip. I have earned this fro and I ain't going to be shy about it. Recognize.
Finally, before I go to bed, a shout-out to my beloved Chiropractor. Today was my last appointment and although I am so thankful to have my back in good working order, I am going to miss seeing his grouchy face, and our little chats. I so badly wanted to channel my inner MFP (Claire Waterman), and ask him out to drinks, but I was only wearing a beater, underwear and argyle socks, so I let the moment pass.
Totally forgot, tonight's highlight:
"MY SHIRT WAS OVER MY HEAD, COVERING MY FACE LIKE A POCKET, OR A SKULL."
Extremely Loud & Incredibly Close, by Jonathan Safran Foer
(pink highlighter:thick line)
1 comment:
I recognize!
Though what was my revenge?
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