11:06 p.m. - 2004-09-25
Whoa, Bonus! Haiku!
Had another rollerblading lesson this morning. I'm feeling more and more confident on the skates. Soon, I'll be able to attempt crossover turns. Attempting them isn't the same as executing them, but at some point I have to suck it up and accept that I will at some point wipe out. Might as well get it over with.
The guy who's been teaching Mom and me isn't in the picture. That guy is another student, whom we met about 45 seconds before the picture was taken. I was going to mock the length of his shorts, or lack thereof, but then I saw my own and decided not to. The shorts I'm wearing are comfy, but they're two sizes too big. The weight of my keychain is threatening to pull them down. Mom, of course, looks amazing. By the way, she's in the "ready" stance. She's not doing a chipmunk impression.
I also got to work today, because hooray - nothing I like better on my day off than being able to work. Thank goodness it was only for a couple of hours.
Dear Teenage Guy At KFC:
I totally picked up on the flirtiness. Nice hint of flirt without the actual "hitting on you" vibes. Know a great way to hit it off with a customer?
Get her fucking order right.
I came home and found 2 chicken pieces wrapped in a warm, fluffy tortilla. Since I don't eat the tortilla, that makes for a pretty boring meal. I could have done that much myself, dorksauce. I came to you for lettuce and pepper mayo, and you let me down.
Just for that, I hope you have to work tomorrow. Don't think I didn't hear you grumbling about it under your breath.
Speaking of chicken: I made some of Ninja Chef Anthony's (again, the 'ninja' may or may not actually appear on his business card) chicken stuff yesterday. Good for new post-ops, but tasty for old ones, too. I poached a bunch of chicken tenders in a pot of tomato soup & chicken broth, then threw the chicken in the food processor, and mixed it all back together. It's kind of got the consistency of mashed potatoes, but more flavor.
If you haven't had gastric bypass surgery and you read the above and went "EW", don't feel bad. I won't make you eat it. I like it, though.
And in a fit of randomness, I proclaim my love for my cell phone, in haiku form:
"Dr. Who" theme plays
Which means I'm late for something
That's when I get calls.
Beloved cell phone
Alarm clock and calendar
Also, you vibrate.
Shiny, tiny phone
Glows blue next to me in bed.
Lock your keys and sleep.
I got an email last night from an old friend, notifying me of the untimely demise of my old car, a '94 Geo Metro. Since I'm in haiku mode, here you go:
In Which She Remembers The Power Yielded by Three Cylinders:
Facing a strong wind,
Struggling, whining, up a hill...
Kinetic failure.
Remember That One Time I Went 90mph?
I-75
January, '95
Not a cop in sight.
On Sitting In Traffic Next To An Expedition:
Hello there, kind sir!
Down here, in the sub-compact!
Your lug nut is gone.
Yep, It's a Small Car, Alright:
Efficient auto
And it's dishwasher-safe, too
(top rack only, though).
Wow, it's hard to get out of haiku mode sometimes.
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