August 14, 2004 :: 4:23 p.m.
come on baby, tack that ass
So when I walked into the kitchen this morning for a refreshing glass of water to wash away the last remains of sleep and grogginess, I found the counter soaking wet. And sticky. And yellow. Nothing looked out of place; I just stood there all "what the FUCK?" with my fingers swishing through the yellow liquid. The window wasn't open, and even if it was there's a roof over the porch. The sink hadn't mysteriously expelled stomach acid of some kind. There was nothing oozing from the walls or ceiling. And all the doors were locked, so I was fairly certain no one had snuck in an pissed on my counter. Anyway, it smelled sweet. An icky, thick sort of sweet, like rotten fruit. [Insert audible click of comprehension here.] Rotten fruit! The tiny melon Adam brought me on Thursday had apparently rot and split open at some point during the night, spilling its yellow flesh and juice all over the damn place.
A fabulous situation to wake up to, that was. I had to move everything off the counter and scrub it down, and my kitchen STILL smells like rotten fruit. It's gross.
After cleaning up that gooey mess, I proceeded to sit around in my underwear for a while. And then I showered, put fresh undies on, and sat around in those for another while. It's kind of nice, but also kind of depressing. Just sitting around in my underwear watching Animal Planet makes me feel like the biggest, slothiest loser on the planet. So to remedy that I put some actual clothes on and moseyed around town a bit. Mailed Amanda's birthday card, checked out LancasterFest, and then just wandered around a little. I walked back home up Chestnut Street right from my school, so I now know that it's roughly a 10-minute walk. I figured it would be about that, although walking to school may be a little less because it's downhill instead of up. Either way, it's quick and painless. Lancaster is a pretty good city in which to be a pedestrian, I'm discovering. Which is nice, because I'm enjoying the pedestrian thing. I don't have to get in my stupid car with its stupid broken air conditioner and sweat buckets just to get to the post office or whatever. It's nice.
And now it's time for more TV (Kim Possible is on at 5 - yay!), and then dinner. I'm thinking stir-fry. Market-fresh broccoli and sugar snap peas with carrots, pineapple chunks (canned, because I don't feel like tackling the real prickly beast just yet), chick strips (fake, of course), and a liberal dose of sweet and sour sauce - yum! There may or may not be rice involved, depending. The whole shebang will run around 3 points; 5 with 1/2 a cup of rice. Not bad at all.
I wish I had some cashews, though. They would make a nummy addition. I could walk down to Giant for them, but the ones in cans are always salted to within an inch of their lives. No thank you, Planters. Maybe tomorrow I'll try to find the natural food store, if they're open. It'll be an adventure.
Oh, I almost forgot. While watching Animal Planet this morning I learned that snails are all hermaphroditic, and their two-pack of genitals are located on their head. Also, when they, erm, �finish,� they shoot this sharp barb-thing coated with something or other into their mate�s body to help increase hormone levels or something. I don�t know. It was pretty bizarre, though. Snails are fucking weird.
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