November 27, 2001 :: 8:03 p.m.
nobody loves raymond
listening to... Incubus,
Morning View.
reading... tex and molly in the afterlife, by Richard Grant.
feeling... over-stuffed.
I just got back from having dinner with Amanda and Chris (her boyfriend). We went to Friendly's - the one I worked at until recently - and got waaaaay too much food. I had my unusual chicken stir-fry, hold the chicken, and vanilla soft-serve for dessert. Mmm. We also got an appetizer sampler, which is always a bad idea, but it meant that I got to eat onion dippers, so I don't care. I feel a bit... gross now, but oh well. Eating always makes me feel gross. I like the feeling of an empty stomach. It makes me feel clean. Adam told me that it's really weird to think like that, which I guess is true. I don't know why being hungry holds that connotation in my mind; it's sort of like when Joe and I were playing the word association game. He said "egg," and I answered with "death."
When I was driving home, I came to the conclusion that my little blue car is unfit for highway driving. I live in like Truckville, USA, which sucks. You can't drive anywhere without being surrounded by a million huge freight trucks; when they fly past my poor car is thrown in all directions by the sudden wind. :( It's kind of a funny little car, really. It's bright blue and decorated to no end, with a windsock on the antenna. It's max speed is like 85 - above that and I assume it'll explode. I've never tried it, though.
Why am I talking about my car? Bah. My grandma called earlier and told me that she isn't feel too well, so I'm going to take her to her thing next week instead. She wants to go to the Y, I guess to check it out and maybe sign up. I should do that. Lord knows I could use the exercise. I probably wouldn't go, though. It'd be a waste of money. On a completely subject, I need to call the dentist and make an appointment to have a filling re-done.
I'm watching Everybody Loves Raymond, and I'm wondering why in god's name anyone would deliberately marry that man. He has the most annoying voice on the face of the planet, and he's really obnoxious and foul. His wife doesn't seem to like him very much, and it looks as if he feels the same way about her. Is this really what marriage does to people? I'm hoping not. Of course, this is a TV show, so I don't know why I'm paying any attention to their fake marriage anyway.
I believe I'm running out of things to write about, so I'll leave you with a fun link. Mushy Cat, the source for all your button and sticker needs! Amanda got me a beeeeeautiful Tori button, and now I can't figure out where to stick it - I don't want to lose it. Now get out of here - go buy some buttons.
Edited at 9:08: I forgot to say this earlier, but it amuses me so I thought I'd just stick it here now. I got three checks in the mail today from Friendly's. Grand total: $2.93. *laughs* There's my christmas money!
-Amanda
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