this imploding heart

Clap! Clap! You de-serve it a-all

Okay! Lets give it a shot.

Friday! I accused Cake of being ashamed of my disfigured head because he never* goes out to anything** with me. However, I've now decided to blame it on sporting events and their continued broadcast on regular television. Damn you, Seahawks! Damn you and your impressive winning streak! (did you see that fucking fake out? BAM!)

Saturday! Punk-Ass Patrickt ditched my deliciousioty in favor of caring for his nieces. Molly and I built a skiff out of maxi pads and chicken wire and we didn't pay the ferryman until he delivered us to the northgate Shop-O-Rama-Metropolis-O-DEATH, where I purchased the un-sexiest shoes*** ever and a new sewing machine. Hi-Ya!

After all that we headed back to Seatown proper, where I recovered from the life sucking force that is Target by unsexily karate-kicking around the livingroom in my new shoes.

We saw Bald Face Lie close up Sketchfest. The Pizza, Cab Driver, Jesus thing happened. We went to Ida's.

I was melancholy for the first half of this party because sketch comedians are both faster and funnier than everyone else, so this was just a house full of fast and funny. Wait. That should make for a fucking great party, you snot drip, get over your melancholy self.
So I did, and immediately remembered why**** Canadians are Great. Hopefully there's one out there right now, following my advice, leaping into the air and pumping his fist, bringing it back down with a 'Yes!' double fist toward body motion, on some Canadian commercial.

Sunday Morning! A haiku:
Monster Hangover
Slept so late I missed Car Talk
and then took a bath

Sunday Afternoon!
Once I got my vision back I pulled my new sewing machine out of it's protective styrofoam case and read the threading instructions. I made myself 2 new pairs of mittens and a new pair of legwarmers from a couple of tremendous sweaters while listening to NPR and thinking about what I want to write my research paper about. I think I should note here that this is exactly how I envisioned my early twenties when I was 13.

Hi-Yah!

* see: every other weekend

**see: shoegazer rock, art films. He'll go to pretty much anything else.

***Really. Remember those shoes your grandma had with the seam across the top? I bought those. They're so comfortable I almost lapsed into a coma on the floor of shoe pavillion, but then the old shoe pavillion 'Heh Heh Heh" guy would have been able to see my drawers.

****see: developed a crush on a

Posted by Sonya at October 20, 2003 09:44 AM