At least right now in life. Well, my ego is pretty large. I have quite a number of fears, yes, but fighting those has never been easier. Thanks to PROTECT-O-BALL!
Not really.
But I've just come to realize what I really want in life. So many things, too many to list right now, right here. I mean, I know where I want to go, what I want to see, what I want to experience. I know WHAT I WANT. I know what I'm good for. And how much better I can be. My only problem is figuring out how to get there and how to be okay in meantime. There's always meantime. I don't like meantime.
I had Grasso's tonight for dinner. Probably not the healthiest choice, but I hardly remember eating very much at all. I think I was more full of laughter and life than actual food. Alisha invited me to go with everyone (everyone= Alisha, Me, Courtney, Abbie, Makenzie, Alexis, Lori, Megan, Dyani, Hannah, and another Megan) out to dinner then to see the new Sex and The City movie that came out today. Dinner was amazing, as always, and everyone had a good time laughing and all their fave carbonated bev's. (This make me think of Bev Mo! Weird store.) The movie was pretty pornographic, actually. So many boobs and butts and sex and sexual words and grunting and sweating and the word f*** and groping and that one threesome. Wow. Hahhah. But it's kind of like some porn in the middle of a spongebob movie. Just close your eyes, do whatever you gotta do, and then move on and enjoy the rest of the movie. It's different that you're average really dirty movie because it's in lives of these fours very interesting women and...sex happens. And it was very enjoyable, all in all. (TWSS!) Besides the boom mics that were visible %15 of the time and the crappy audio at the end during all the magical parts. But that still didn't break any of the Carrie Fever going around the theater.
I really hardly ever eat during the day at all anymore. I cant remember the last time I had a decent breakfast and it's been about a week since I've had lunch. There's always a dinner, I have to eat that. Because if I don't I will wake up in the middle of the night with strong temptations to eat the very delicious assortment of treats in kitchen that we keep around for my Grampa, the man with biggest sweet tooth. I think maybe that's just how Grampa's are. Perhaps. I don't mean to generalize. Well, actually I do. Accept it.
I'm not very fond of apostrophe's. I am also not very fond of the following: mushrooms, Junior mints, bad breath, wool blankets (wool coats are okay.), Kevin Bacon, colored pencils, Chanel No. 5, rye bread, apples on a salad, pineapple on pizza, when movie theatre food costs more than your movie ticket, my Grampa's driving, egg foo young, and empty malls (they're creepy.)
But I do miss how the food in the caf sometimes looked like a type of bird.
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