March 24, 2003 - 2:52 p.m.
Some weekends, no matter how late you sleep in or how many hours you stay in your jammies (slowly accumulating that musky Weekend Stink), it never seems like enough. Monday always stares at you like the annoying bumper sticker of that car you just passed like five minutes ago on the Interstate. As you pass the car, you laugh to yourself; "Man, it'll be a while 'til I see THAT sucker again!" Then WHAM!, there it is in front of you. Driving slowly and impeding your progress as you try to get to your next weekend.
Friday after work I just plain crashed. I think I actually got home, kicked off my shoes and fell asleep. I love days like that. You wake up at 10:30pm and feel all refreshed and ready to tackle projects. It only sucks if you live with someone on a normal sleep cycle, who enjoys sleeping in the wee morning hours. Crazy, just plain crazy.
I remember dozing on and off for a while and then finally waking up and calling my sister, CarBabe. We were supposed to get together Friday night to cut each other's hair. She said she and her boyfriend, Goggles, were going to hang out and she'd be over about 9:00pm. Now, while I normally don't mind her coming over at any time (Hell, she has a key to the house as well as gate combinations and alarm codes.), I had planned on her coming over about 7:00-ish and then being able to go out and do my grocery shopping early. Late hair appointments would completely screw up my foraging for food. But, she's my sister and that's what you do for your only living relative.
Unless you're a heartless bitch, in which case you probably don't have any living relatives nor any friends, and you're all alone for a reason, and maybe that's why you feel abandoned which made you become bitter and crinkly, and you started being a little more crabby every day until finally, you transform into the heartless bitch you are today.
So, we cut each other's hair, oddly enough about the same 'do. Now I have a cute little shoulder length style, but I'm worried it gives me ChubbyFace, which would make me look like my mother. Its bad enough I have the early signs of MomArm and MomElbow, I don't want to have her stupid ChubbyFace, too. Wampa says I look just fine, though, so I will be wild and carefree and not worry about potential ChubbyFace! I will live unfettered!
Saturday, we ran errands after grabbing some breakfast at The Atlanta Bread Company. Should you be in the neighborhood 'round breakfast time, I highly recommend the Cheese Croissant. Very yummy. I see a return trip in my future, yes, very soon.
We returned home and took little naps, before Otter called to see when I was leaving to help some friends move. Here's the deal, Otter (a fabulously sophisticated and intelligent woman) has a little crush on one of my friends, Dragon. She's all caught up in him right now. I'm a little worried he may not return her affections, but I also know his focus has been moving since before Otter met Dragon. In the end, I hope for the best, whatever that may be.
An Otter/Dragon love story sounds like some ancient Chinese fable. "And when Otter finally realized she could stand on her own without silly Otter tricks, she conquered Dragon and they lived in the most high house of the August Personage." Just sayin'
Otter called and wanted to know what time I would be providing a buffer for her to interact with Dragon. I said about 2:00pm. I baked some sugar cookies and made some lemonade, and bopped on over. Otter and I helped a very organized Dragon, and his disorganized, lazy, whiney, punk-assed roomate, Cher, get a percentage of their stuff moved over to their new place. It was a lot of fun just hanging out and working hard. They have a sweet new place that is going to be great for parties, once they get all settled in.
The moving fun was not hampered by Rocky being there. Rocky is, he's, well. He's a rock climber, a member of the acting troupe I belong to, a lot of fun to be around, a quiet thoughtful guy, a very close friend of Dragon's. He and I email dirty jokes back and forth to each other. He's much younger than I am, but I still find him interesting (which to me is an accomplishment). I'm sure his paying me attention doesn't hurt my ego any, either. I enjoy having someone fawn over me and blush when I walk by. Rocky is my current Harmless Crush. There, I've admitted it to myself. I guess I can start healing now, now that I've admitted I have a problem. Someone should start a Cute Rockclimber Boy Rehab program. I'd be the first to sign up. Mmm, taut little bodies!
Sunday was spent in the pursuit of sleep and crafty goodness. I got some earrings made, some bags beaded and some black pearl jewelry made. I also made myself the best damn hamburger I've had in a while. I was going to have another, later Sunday afternoon, but Wampa had already snatched the last of the meat. Punk!
Hopefully, this week will go by quickly and I'll be able to make some real headway in my projects. Oh, and get my rapidly flab-izing ass back to the gym. In the meantime, it's closing in on 5:00pm and I have precious little time to clean my bathroom once I get home before I'm dragged kicking and screaming to a movie with Otter. Eh, I hope they have a good consession stand.
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