2003-12-07 - 7:33 p.m.
seriously dude, fuck this storm.
i've been in my house since friday. i'm so sick of this place. all i wanted to do this weekend was go out and whoop it up after the shitty workweek i had. fuck you mother nature. you goddamned bitch.
thank god deb came over friday night. we had a lovely time and got ourselves good and drunk on mohitos. but then deb left on saturday morning and i've braved the storm alone since. well, not exactly alone, i've had my friends maryjane and ravenswood wine. unfortunately, they're not very talkative. but they do make me talk out loud to myself in my solitude.
here are a few choice gems from yesterday:
when intently preparing dinner and having a fabulous time after indulging in my friend maryjane..."if i was a chef i'd be stoned all the time"
when watching a cereal commercial..."i wonder what kind of cereal my friends ate for breakfast as a kid"
after corking and exploding a bottle of red wine all over my kitchen, i walked away to compose my startled self and then came back in the kitchen..."it looks like jabba the hut got his period in here"
after watching real sex on hbo..."i need to move to nyc so that i can do one of these street interviews"
while watching "heathers" deep into my second bottle of wine..."no matter what shannen doherty does, she'll always have heathers"
oh yeah, it's been a barrel of laughs at my house this weekend. i'd like to give shout outs to those tv-based apparitions who helped me through it:
the bosom buddies marathon
the family ties marathon
heathers
once and again on dvd
wall street
real world/road rules challenge
rich girls
big in 2003 awards
real world paris
the men of queer eye
my body aches from shoveling for 2.5 hours today. considering i am freakishly weak, it took everything i've had out of me. i'm glad the snow has stopped. i even ventured out tonight to walk down to the corner store for cigarettes. i'd been smoking stubs all last night, and then this morning broke into the stash (read: 4) of menthol cigarettes i had leftover from deb's bday festivities months ago. stale cigarettes and stubs = bad. new fresh cigarettes = good.
well i guess i better prepare for more tv watching, aka "angels in america" on hbo. i don't really feel up for it, which sucks because i've been looking forward to it for months.
oh yeah, did i mention the reason i am alone here? my sisroomate is in florida. trapped in florida. she was supposed to be back this afternoon, but can't get a flight back til tuesday. poor effing baby.
