FNR #46 -- The One Where Kim Types, Types, and Falls Asleep.
Oct 24 '03
The Bottom Line Friday Night Ramblings are good. Like chicken fried rice, baby.
I am really not a night person. Hard to believe that just three years ago, I never managed to fall asleep before three am, and would force myself to stay up until I knew my eyelids would close the moment upon hitting the pillow. Times change, I guess. 23 going on 85.
The other half is currently not pleased with me, because I was a little less than thrilled with a mutual friend who decided to ask for a service (a 4 hour roundtrip to the airport tomorrow). Actually, I'm rather annoyed because he didn't ASK... he did that whole half-joking "so, you totally want to take me to the airport tomorrow, right?" thing so the other half would offer to do so. I think it's pretty lame to not just come out and ask. But hey, I'm not going to be the one doing the trip. Granted, I kept me yap shut, he was the one who called me on not being pleased, I just admitted to it. Oh, lovers quarrels.
The guy in the apartment above us is the LOUDEST. PEE-ER. EVER. In night, lying in bed waiting for the sandman to arrive, I hear him peeing. In the living room watching whatever may be occupying the tv screen at the moment, I hear him peeing. In the shower, over the volume of the water beating down on my naked body, I hear him peeing. And sometimes, when I'm peeing, I end up doing so in stereo. I don't know how he does it.
I realize this whole thing with the Friday Night Ramblings stuff is supposed to be done with an alcoholic beverage and what not, but hey. I'll be going to sleep soon. Anything I drink now will just wake me up in two hours. Forgive me. I'll have a couple kirs in the spirit of this whole thing tomorrow.
I have been daydreaming of all the things I will be eating on my soon-to-be trip to Arizona. Mexican food. Mom's derby pie. Muffins. Bagels with cream cheese. Cheesecake. Onion rings with ranch dressing. I have also been resolving to start running or something, to avoid coming back with extra baggage (and not the kind the airline sets the weight limits for).
The high school sweetheart's wedding in the weekend after Thanksgiving, and I'm going to be a bridesmaid. Have you ever tried explaining to someone that you're in your ex's wedding party? You get a lot of smiles and nods, and then catch the "and you're cool with this?" crazy looks being shot at the other half. I think people have watched My Best Friend's Wedding a few too many times.
Are there people out there that can go out there and buy JUST tampons? I need at least a one item buffer. Today I realized the tampon buying was just not going to be able to wait until the next big grocery buying extravaganza, so I had to go make the shopping run. As much as I'd like to just pick up the tampons and keep the rest of my cash, I just can't do it. So I threw a bottle of water and four oranges in the mix as well.
I tried explaining the whole "tampon buffer" thing to the other half, but he was just a bit lost. I thought about maybe comparing it to a condom run, but really now, it is so not the same. I mean, you go to a store and buy just condoms, and it's like "oh yeah, I've got the moves, and I'm going to go and have me some good lovin'." Buying just tampons screams out "Hurry up and ring me up, I'm hemmoraging all over the place and I can't wait another minute more!"
Of course, it's pretty damn obvious when you're doing the whole tampon buffer thing anyway. The chicks (here, the registers at the supermarkets are never run by guys, although I haven't gotten why yet) see it all the time. Like they're really going to think, "oh, this chick was in desperate need of highlighters, and certainly just threw in these tampons as an impulse buy." Yet, I just can't break myself of the habit. I'm sorry, I need the buffer.
I need to get the hair cut again soon, which is just going to result in another identity crisis, I'm sure. I went in there last time, picked out the cute style I wanted, and walked out of there looking like a million bucks. The next day, however, was an entirely different story. I think hairdressers are really just some sort of specially skilled cyborgs, trained in martial arts and blow drying. It's a conspiracy, I tell you.
Halloween is nearly here. Granted in France, Halloween is only getting started. It's only really come around in the last five or so years, and while it's growing, it's basically only this generation of kids that are starting to experience it. The other half's three year old nephew, however, is very excited. When I asked him about it, he told me, "I'm going to be a witch. Some people are ghosts. Some people are pirates. Some people are witches." He then did some scary claw hands, and a noise similar to a hissing cat. Glad to see that for once, the US has given something of value to other cultures. Bêtise ou Friandise!
And for next week's super spooky edition of the FNR, it's all about Freak369. Because really now, who else could handle it?
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