Bummer. This is The Good Bread, guys. I should have taken a couple of packs from my parents, but alas. Maybe I should just go to Bay Ridge on a Saturday or something and be like, “You know my mom. Can I have some bread, please?” Because it’s the best. I’m a grown-up. I can get there.
-I’m at the point where I can finish a bottle of wine in two days. That’s definitely a good thing - less wasteful.
-It’s been 2.5 or 3 months since that jerk knocked me over with his car, and I still can’t put full pressure on my knee. I guess the knee really did take all 140-something pounds of me, since I had barely any other scratches, but still. It’s kind of annoying when I try to roll over and I go OW.
A year ago today, I altered my appearance/life, all because of an episode of Glee, mind you. Turns out it was a pretty good decision, and a heckuva birthday present. The two things that stick in my mind the most about that day - my father rolling his eyes when I very sweetly asked him if he could buy me the GQ with Mark Sanchez on the cover, and me being really psyched and then very nervous once I got onto the operating table. Luckily, I went right out just as I was getting nervous. Oh, and convincing the anesthesiologist that there was no way that I could possibly be pregnant was kind of funny, too.
I haven’t had a Barbra Streisand comparison in a while, so that’s a plus.
There are these days when it seems that every young girl in the city has the skinniest legs, and every dog is the cutest dog, and everyone is coupled up. I think to myself, “how did it come to this?” and I try to be poetic and dramatic, but the truth is that I know exactly how it came to this, and I have to remind myself that my “worst” is 10x better than what a lot of people have to deal with. I did see a super-cute guy at Lexington and 86th, so that was nice.
One last note on the New Neighbors - it’s a lesbian couple! Hence the one bed and the studio! I met one of them in the elevator this evening and I’m pretty sure she’s younger than I am, and cool. More young people on this floor!
“I don’t know if anyone here is thinking about quitting drinking, but you need to know two things if you’re thinking about quitting drinking. The first is that when you stop drinking and you still go to parties where people are drinking, they will have NO idea what to offer you. Like, once people start drinking for the night, they forget everything that isn’t alcohol. Like, I’ll show up at a party and they’ll be like “Hey everybody, alright, we got Coronas in the fridge and oh, hey, Mulaney, would you like, like an old turnip that we found in a cabinet? Would that be good for you? Would you like that? I know you don’t drink! Or, my girlfriend left a NuvaRing in the fridge. Would you want that? Would that be good for you? I know you don’t drink!”—NEW IN TOWN
Listening to Josh Ritter and getting emotional and maybe (probably? I hope) making mountains out of molehills (because I’m SO good at it). I also got weirdly inspired by the Olympics to join a gym again, so I’m going to try to do that if I get out of work at a decent hour tomorrow (three cheers for overtime! (seriously)). Also, sometimes I think there’s a mouse in the apartment, but it’s just my nose. I wonder how messed up it is on the inside. It’s probably not as bad as I think. But it’s awfully squeaky sometimes.
1. I have now had 3 dreams in which I have to have more work done on my nose. The most recent ones have involved me thinking that it would be a quick procedure and then in reality, freaking out about missing work. Like anyone is back in the office *that* afternoon. Please. I suppose it all stems from the fact that there’s a little scar tissue left behind, which is possible to get rid of, if I so choose. But I probably will NOT choose, so, there. I can live with it. The doctor never said that he *had* to go back in there. I just keep dreaming that he did!
2. I am slowly but surely working my way through John Mulaney’s “new in town” album, and he has a line about the feeling you get when you realize a mariachi band is about to get on the train with you, and that was just an unexpected delight.
What the shit, NBC? Why do you feel the need to have Tom Brokaw give us an 8th grade history lesson? What about showing some highlight packages or some interesting stuff that didn’t make prime time? We have to sit through all of the beach volleyball, and then we have these dopey bits with Carillo and Brokaw, treating London like it’s some exotic place.
I mean, it would be swell to find a boyfriend and all, but who has the patience to read through these cheeseball profiles? If I see one more person describe himself as “passionate”…yeesh. Admittedly, my profiles are probably terrible, but at least they’re honest.
Have had The Mountain Goats’ “You or Your Memory” running through my head for the past two days. And the stress is coming out - the stress that remains even though I’ve located it and addressed it. The nagging stress and anxiety. The burning in my shoulder and arm. I suppose it would do me well do find a cheap therapist, but then I just have to *explain* everything again, you know? I don’t want to deal with that. I would guess that I’m just fine 95% of the time, but when that 5% rears its head, it’s not pretty, and I feel like I’m about to lose my mind. So I just don’t know.
Also, I am getting super into looking at apartments again, and who knows where I’m going to end up. Well, not Upper West Side, I can tell you that. Also, it’s cute how my parents are psyched about me growing my bangs out. Also, I might be getting a new computer tomorrow, so if that all goes according to plan, I will be quite thrilled indeed.
I think? They would do well to get some blinds up. It’s kind of creepy that I can see right into their unit, specifically the part where their bed is (or maybe it’s not even a couple!). I had blinds the first day that I moved in, for Pete’s sake. I am also now confused about the layout of the floor. I thought the couple with the cute dog was right around the corner from me, but maybe they moved out and blinds-less moved in? These are dumb, nagging questions, and I should be asleep right now, but so it goes.