For the past 3 days, I haven’t been able to get this song out of my head, nor this candy bar out of my mouth. Marilyn McCoo has the eyes of a crazy person on an insufficient dose of tranques, and nuggets of dark chocolate suspended in a cytoplasm of soft caramel is sheer brilliance. I must find the Hazelnut bar at once. Major props to Emily for introducing me to the 5 Stars. I wouldn’t know of half the things I like if it weren’t for you, man.
I finally bought this at Powell’s, and it is excellent. Ashley — you can totally tell which entries are by Sars, and she’s truly in her element here. It’ll make you hella nostalgic for Tomato Nation’s golden era. I’m loaning it to you when I come home.
The only qualm I have with it so far is the pejorative entry about I Love Lucy. Lucille Ball is a sacred television cow (She makes the other television cows look like television…um…ungulates that are appreciably less respectable and compelling than cattle), and to profane her exalted name is to forever condemn oneself in my eyes.
I have been trying to find an opening for this job for months, and I come to find out Alaska is having a job fair this week — only to be crushed by the discovery that you get to train for 5 weeks in Seattle (Be still my heart), which will unfortunately conflict with my stupid school schedule. So instead of getting to go to Anchorage — Rapid City! Tulsa! Minneapolis! — for free (for serious) whenever I am so moved, I get to watch my Intro to Business teacher pat himself on the back over how much money he has made in various real estate ventures for four hours every week for $280 (for fuck’s sake). And to think I was having a hard time remembering why I dropped out of college before this quarter started…
It’s a small consolation, but I think I might make all As this quarter, which hasn’t happened since, I think, freshman year of high school. Making this already small consolation even more minute is the fact that I can say for near certain that most of my freshman high school classes were considerably harder than anything I’m taking now (with the possible exception of Managerial Accounting).
It has recently come to my attention that the word “replete” means “full of”, and not “void of”, which means that I get to be all paranoid for the next 2 or 3 days, and think back to every instance where I might have possibly used that word in error since the age of 16, so I can figure out who secretly thinks I’m an idiot. Awesome.
Likewise awesome is that it just occurred to me that the only reason I was really using it to mean “void of” was because it rhymes with deplete, and if I’d every actually taken two seconds to actually look at the goddamn word, I would have noticed the fucking prefix.
Anyway, you might notice the slight adjustment I made to my last entry based on this discovery. Fuck all of you for not making me aware of this when you read that entry, by the way.
Before I forget: what are your Thanksgiving plans, Mama McDaniel? Could they possibly include me? And if not, maybe a trip to the Casa with you and Ken the weekend after Thanksgiving? I get in on Wednesday, and I have to spend Thursday with the folks, and I’ve got to spend some quality time with the Ashley (and hopefully Shirey and the Fraz?), but other than that I’m wide open, and crazy starved for some Fritter Love.