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Sound; Trainspotting soundtrack.

Sight; My own name on other people's pages. Bizarre..


Taste; Miso soup.

Touch; No one to wake up next to this morning.

Smell; Cheap merlot.

June 16, 2000
My own time.


I grabbed a bottle of a cheap, bottle of merlot to steam mussels in tonight. You know you have to try it out before you cook with it right? It's been a long time since I've had anything quite this inexpensive. It's a full bodied, dry but oaky bouquet, it's a pompous blend, reaching up from the lip of your wine glass and slapping you in the face with flavor. It's a seven dollar bottle of wine, folks. It sits in the glass and sneers, cursing me while I deign lift it to my mouth to catch a quick buzz before cooking.

An interesting chain of events this week. I'm sure you're familiar with it so far. There's nothing to expound upon. It's a simple situation and after today it will never be referred to again. I could've played it smarter, but as I've said elsewhere, that really wouldn't have been me would it darlin'? My entry of that day is ironic if nothing else, Adam and I having been discussing the chance all week long. A few people were surprised that I wasn't stressing out about it, but the truth is that I never would have walked away from my comfort zone. I needed to be escorted away so I could move onward and upward. I get content and I get lazy. I was most assuredly content. If you're one of the thousand people that just "discovered" The Delta this past week, well, The Delta cost me my gainful employment. Regardless, I have a few glowing options late next week. That hinges on my finishing my resume. Did I say finish? Exchange finish for start. That's all I have to say about that, I'm not giving any more train wreck fodder to those who continue to read my page at my old company.

Who knew that the Texaco on the corner was such a fruitful tree of mind food.
Yesterday I was moseying about while waiting on a tremendous download to finish, I decided that I deserved an ice-cream cone. I walked around the shopping center, reveling in the amount of cruising that goes on there at all hours of the day, eating my Oreo waffle cone and picked up a card for my father from Hallmark. I had wasted nearly an hour so I decided to head back home after grabbing a gallon of spring water from the Texaco. While I drove up the parking lot I made eyes with an oddly handsome man with too many earrings and a shaved head. He looked familiar for some reason. I parked and went into the store, where he just happened to be too. I took a moment to try and place his face, of course I couldn't, but I wasn't going to do the age old "…don't I know you from somewhere?"

When I had almost driven myself apeshit trying to place him, a middle-aged brunette stormed in and angrily brandished a single piece of Bazooka gum. She pressed it against the glass separating us from the cashier and demanded to know why she had been charged eight cents instead of the five cents advertised on the wrapper. Before I could answer her myself, the answer being just that obvious, the cashier told her it was tax. It didn't register with the Buckhead Betty. She banged the rock-hard piece of gum against the glass and asked why again. Then she turned and stormed out. I watched her leave while laughing and saw something that made me stop laughing. She was climbing into a cherry Mercedes. Mr. Fine Ass in front of me saw where I was looking and wisely stated in an incredibly attractive voice …

"Guess that's how she paid for the Mercedes." With that, he picked up his six Gatorades and left, sans bag. I went back home soon after.

Right now it's raining with the sun shining. I'll be your best friend if you can tell me what that means according to an old wives tale.

One more cigarette then I'm off to steam my mussels and watch Girl, Interrupted with my cheap merlot buzz. I heard it's a chick flick but I'm willing to give it a chance. Well, maybe I'll just be watching Ms. Jolie's lips the whole time. Did you see her and her incestuous freak of a brother? Jesus, Big Daddy and the Spook.. you know that's wrong. She's going straight to hell.



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