December 20, 2002 :: 1:27 a.m.
holy mother of god, it's the coconut
Ow. Good lord, my shoulder hurts. This desk setup is the mother of all evils. And also the father. It could possibly be the many offspring of all evil, as well. I'm not sure.
Oh, it's been a long day. Too bad nothing really happened. I spent the morning putzing around on the computer, went to the grocery store to fetch things that I can actually eat, came home and computed some more, and then went to Colonial Park with Adam to aid him in his quest for Christmas presents. I am thoroughly irked that there is less than a week left until Christmas and I'm not done shopping yet. It's annoying. Also annoying is the fact that my mother has apparently forgotten the fact that I exist. Gosh, it's so nice to be home for the holidays.
Not. It was nice to hang out with Adam, though, for he makes me happy in a way that is nearly impossible for anyone else to accomplish. Yay for feeling loved. Nay for feeling mother-less. Also, nay for being poor as dirt during the holiday season.
Hrm. Why is Christmas "the holiday season?" What about all of the other holidays? Aren't they special enough to warrant being part of a holiday season? Ooh, you aren't Jesus' birthday, you don't get your own season. What about Easter? What with the resurrection and all, damn, I'd say that almost more important that his birthday. But hey, that's just me, and as we all know I'm a Satan-worshipping witch freak, so what do I know?
Disclaimer: I do not actually worship Satan. This would actually be impossible, because I don't even believe in Satan. Just so you know.
I love Rufus. My kitty, I mean. I love Rufus the piano playing boy, also, but right now I'm referring to the kitty. He's so funny. He'll be walking around aimlessly, and then he'll just suddenly plop down in whatever position is most convenient. It doesn't matter what's in the spot he wants to lay in. It doesn't matter if it's right in the middle of the kitchen or the hallway, completely blocking people's paths. He just plops, and sleeps. And he's fierce like a little black and white lion. He even has a big mane-like thing going on around his neck. I'll post a picture sometime, because everyone should see my kitty and go "awww." In fact... er, never mind. I was going to get my dad's digital camera and regale you all with kitty pictures in this very entry, but alas. I can't find it. I fear that it may have been sucked into some kind of camera-eating black hole.
Ooh! While at the grocery store this afternoon, I made the most exciting discovery since Extra Crunchy Jif. I was walking through the frozen food section, lugging my overloaded little green basket (I refuse to use a cart), when all of a sudden I look up and see a box of coconut fruit bars. DEAR GOD ALMIGHTY, someone loves me. I complain all the time about the fact that I can't find them in grocery/convenience stores, and now out of nowhere I'm finding them in the freezer section? I would wonder what the fuck is going on, but I'm afraid that would make them disappear again. So I shall just sit back and enjoy the newfound availability of coconut fruit bars. Mmm.
However, despite the coconut delight, all was not well at the grocery store. Oh no. I love yogurt. I wanted yogurt. But do you think I came home with a hefty supply of yogurt? Of course not. I stood in the dairy section of that store for about 15 minutes, checking the ingredients of every single brand of yogurt. I couldn't find a single one without gelatin in it, save for the soy yogurt, which I didn't want to buy. I am not a vegan. This should not be hard. I should be able to eat real yogurt happily and in peace. Why do they have to slip non-vegetarian things into things that would normally be perfectly legit? Example: McDonald's french fries. And, I'm assuming, everything else that is fried there, which would be just about the entire menu. But you know, I can live with that. But yogurt? It's freaking yogurt! There is no meat in yogurt, and thus there is, theoretically, not a problem. But oh, there is a problem, because the stupid yogurt manufacturers feel it necessary to stick gelatin into their products, thus prohibiting me from eating it.
GRRR. I mean, come on. That's just a pisser. Yogurt has traditionally been a food associated with vegetarians. For a time it, along with lettuce and baby carrots, were the only foods that my family thought I ate. This is a travesty of incredibly proportions.
Heh, aww. I'm listening to "Instant Pleasure," and Rufus the person has cheered me up. So all is well, even though I'm yogurt-less and broke and probably won't see my mom again until I'm 35. Rufus is a happy drug. Like Prozac or Zoloft, only without the insane connotations (former) and the sad little egg (latter). Speaking of, I really like that egg. I want a Zoloft Egg plushie. Maybe if I suddenly gain the incredible motivation required to dig my sewing machine out of the closet I could make one. Or maybe not. Maybe I'll just draw a picture of me with a Zoloft Egg plushie and leave it at that. Gotta love settling for imaginary possessions. It comes with being penniless, I think.
Okay, well, this is getting kind of long. I'm going to go get ready for bed and draw and perhaps eat a coconut bar, though not necessarily in that order. G'night, then.
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