In these postmodern times, there really isn’t anything that cannot be contained in a tortilla. Just outside of Madison, Wisconsin (future home of me, if all goes according to plan) the boyfriend ate pancakes, syrup, eggs, bacon, and sausage all neatly encased within the floury confines of a tortilla. More recently in Worland, Wyoming, I ate a burrito consisting of beans and tater tots. It’s good to be alive.
I am in South Dakota. All I keep thinking is that South Dakota must be a pretty bleak place come winter. In spring, a visitor to South Dakota receives numerous mosquito bites, particularly when traveling back in time to 1880 Town. 1880 Town is pretty much exactly what you think it is, but with kittens.
On this tour of ‘Merica, I’ve also been to the Corn Palace and today shall hit up Wall Drug and Mount Rushmore. Fear not, eventually South Dakota will be departed as the journey toward Las Vegas continues. It shall be World Series of Poker for the boyfriend, and Cocktails Poolside for me.
I solemnly urge everyone to see this movie (available on Netflix), especially those who are interested in watching a real 80’s gal persuade a creepy man that his cock deserves more than cheap vegetable oil. It deserves Vaseline lotions.
Today the weather acts funny with sunny then dark then cold then sunny then dark again. It doesn’t want to make up its mind, it seems. I don’t really blame it.
I’ve finally signed up for the GRE and have begun thinking longer and harder about grad programs. On Friday I am probably going to leave for a meandering journey to Vegas. I am going to recline poolside and sip sangria and mimosas and become tan. I will be lobbying hard for the far northern route, after looking at photos of the Badlands. I have never been to this particular corner of our fine nation and yes, please.
On Saturday an angry ethnic lesbian caused me to be involved in a bike crash. Minor injuries were sustained, but mostly it kind of shook me up.
Last night I dreamt of fuzzy baby kittens and menstruation. The house across the street, which is really the nicest house on the block, is undergoing some noisy repairs. It looked fine to me, but I guess it is not for me to judge.
It is hot outside and I feel like I am hiding, a bit, from both the hot and the outside.
A few weeks into this New Me, and I am slowly readjusting my pace. That is to say, I am quickly slowing my pace.
I was vaguely disappointed to be reminded today that the beach nearest my house is in fact the dog beach. I am no great fan of dog people, and as expected they tend to congregate at this, their assigned patch of sand. The dismay faded soon enough as I realized that it was about noon on a Tuesday and I was lying on warm grass on my little grey blanket, reading a murder mystery. Later a sunburn would reveal itself on the backs of my calves and the inner edges of my forearms, but no bother.
I think sometimes the hardest thing for me to do in this life is to let go of the prescriptions inked by the example of my parents. Hard work and responsibility, mixed together with a dash of modest living, will suit you just fine. And while certainly I take no issue with any of the above, more and more I question my ability to slog away for hours upon hours in an office doing boring work that has neither direct impact on nor direct benefit for me. Who’s to say that working on the mystery of why those drunk Mexicans congregate in the parking lot of the abandoned wholesale grocer is not an adequate use of my time? I reckon it’s me.
In the building of my boyfriend, there is a wireless network called “Fuckmountain.”
Since my last post I have -
- traveled out of the state of Illinois and into four other states and back into the state of Illinois
- noted that the act of horn growing as performed by baby goats looks to be pretty painful
- received a mild electrical shock at a truck stop in Indiana from a gun-shaped cigarette lighter, while aimed at boyfriend in mock anger
- been accused of secretly having gotten married by two different people (there is no basis to said accusations)
- ceased working
- visited two government agencies (unemployment office and DMV) with a pleasantly low amount of resulting discomfort
- logged many excellent miles on the bicycle
- replaced the pepper spray keychain purchased in Queens in late 2007 with a more appropriate and, dare I say, more functional American flag themed carabiner
- learned the proper spelling of the word “adjudicator”
- witnessed at least three spectacular thunderstorms
- resigned myself to the use of anti-anxiety medication, at least for the time being
- received rhubarb in my produce box, much to my dismay
- realized that living alone might have lost its appeal for me
That last bit about living alone is, I think, in no small part due to the fact that I am now rather shamelessly in love with this boyfriend to the extent that any moments not spent in his presence feel utterly lonely. The company of other friends is a suitable replacement, however spending hours by myself in a small studio apartment feels just sad and lacks the delicious aroma of utter privacy that once permeated the (meager) space. I am not entirely sure how to rectify this just yet, so for now I will do nothing. A letter from my property management company promises discounted rent should I renew my lease prior to the end of the month. Sometimes a roommate sounds nice. Someone to be around for dinner and weekend mornings and the sharing of the gas bill. But then, maybe Billy has a point when he remarks that those of us nearing thirty really ought not to have roommates. Choices, always with the choices.
I am waiting. Waiting to be done with work and waiting to begin a process of GRE studying + taking and applying to things and places. Waiting a year, then relocating to points north or south or east or west.
I have been smoking weed and shedding pounds applied to my person by winter. I have been bettering myself at the cooking of things. I have been learning about poker. The fire alarm is going off in the abandoned hospital and has been for some time now. I have been missing certain people. Certain types of companionship. I am engaging in other types, newer types. And that is interesting.
Mostly, I am checking The Doppler. In a world wrought with fury, it’s convenient to be able to watch it descend upon you with only a few hits of refresh.
