I considered doing this for exactly three seconds, thinking, Hey! Here's the perfect creative exercise to force to write every day! Except that
a. Thinking about doing that makes my neck break out in itchy blotches as I revisit college expository writing classes, taught by el beatnik jerkoff in a black turtleneck. This jackass liked to show up at the bar on Thursday nights, buy us shots, and then conveniently 'forget' how he'd propositioned me by Friday morning.
Plus, being forced to 'freewrite' in this manner tends to conjur up nothing but traumatic memories and I have a therapist for that, so thanks anyway, hoss.
b. I could torture you guys with a daily spew about some funny shit Lily did, or how annoyed I get with my ex husband on a daily basis, simply so that I can say I wrote something on this blog every day for a month, but I like you guys too much to do that to you. Well, some of you. A couple, maybe.
So I'll just take a moment to tell you all that I am in a disgustingly good mood today. I started taking B vitamins, and I'll tell you, my serotonin levels are through the roof.
Also, Starbucks has put the holiday cups into rotation, so IT'S ON.
There's something about those crimson hotcups with the scattered snowflakes that just makes me feel happy. My $5 latte tastes better in that cup. I see people wrapped in their wooly coats on the chilly streets of Manhattan and just sort of give them a nod and raise my cup a little bit at them, like, yeah, man. I get you. Totally. Sympatico. We are one.
Things are looking up.
13 comments:
I am so with you on the holiday spirt. Even though I saw Christmas stuff out at my local home improvement store over the LABOR DAY weekend, I am so into the holidays this year. And I might be the ultimate optimist but I am so hopeing for snow this year.
Although I live in the land of eternal summer, I welcome the cold.
Hope everything is going well.
NaBloPoMo is for sissies, any ways.
Try blog 365 next year. That''ll put hair on your chest and lower your voice by an octave.
I wait all year for Christmas so I can drink eggnog lattes from Starbucks til I vomit. LOVE THEM!
Nothing like a little bondage over coffee. Ummm... wait, is that bondage or bonding??? I always confuse the two :P
The cup thing is very cute. 8^)
I'm going to get Jeremy a christmas-themed banana hammock.
Karla's cute.
"This jackass liked to show up at the bar on Thursday nights, buy us shots, and then conveniently 'forget' how he'd propositioned me by Friday morning."
I wasn't propositioning you. I was practicing my free-expression techniques and I just assumed that as a student you would understand. Seriously, I wasn't trying to get my hands on your hot boobies. Sure, I was staring at them like a breast-fed baby who was dying of hunger, but that was the alcohol affecting me. I can't believe you called me a horny pretentious date-rapists in your review at the end of the term. That went into my permanent file, you know, and I never heard the end of it from the other professors, especially the abnormal psyche professor whom I did sleep with. And she was GOOOOOOD, too.
I liked Starbucks' Coconut Crème Something-or-the-Other as an occasional treat. They took it off the menu. Fuckers.
isn't "nablopomo" that group that the pedophiles join? not the catholic priesthood... the other one.
Oooo I love the gingerbread lattes at Starbucks. So deelicious! If only I could afford them daily.
B vitamins, fish oil, and caffeine are my substitute for Prozac.
Oddly enough, Pru, that's probably healthier than Prozac.
I ordered a double tall 1 pump extra hot peppermint soy latte the other day. It wasn't one pump. It wasn't extra hot. It wasn't a double. Three strikes, Starbucks! bah humbug!
Scooter- yeah, St. John's Wort is good stuff too.
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