It's Oh So Quiet [or] I Forgot to Mention I Broke the Futon Today
It was one of those super-productive days - I hung up a bunch of art and jewelry on the walls that I'd been meaning to do for months, I bought some scrapbooking things (yes, I said scrapbooking. Not cutesy, country style scrapbooking; hard-core punk rock scrapbooking. Fuck off.) to put some of the stuff Bil has written for me in, finally cleaned the dehydrator and the steamer that Bil's mom gave me, and went grocery shopping to outfit myself for my upcoming cleanse.
Which brings me to my next point:
I fucking love Trader Joe's.
It had been so long since I'd been in one that I'd truly forgotten how much I love it. I always feel like I'm doing something good for myself when I'm there, and it brings me back to my (what some call) dirty hippie roots.
Now that I have all of the groceries home, my refrigerator and cabinets look beautiful! All of the colors in the fridge - the greens, reds and yellows, along with all of the simple packaging that organic food comes in creates such a pretty and peaceful kitchen.
And now I'm sitting on the futon in my living room, finishing the last of my diary products and preservative laden crackers and getting ready to make some steamed chicken, brown rice and broccoli to take to work for lunch tomorrow.
It's very quiet, and that brings me to the part of today that I'm not so fond of.
Bil left last night for a week in LA with some dear friends of his (I claim them too - I inherited them from Bil
). It's not that I mind him going, really; it's just that the completely selfish part of me that is so used to having him here with me all the time is totally throwing a fucking hissy-fit right now. It'll subside; I'll go to work tomorrow and keep myself busy and it won't even really occur to me that he's gone...
... until I go to sleep. I don't sleep well when he's not here. In the past few months it's only been, at most, two night stints that he's been gone; this time, it'll be five. I'm sure I'll adjust. It's just weird.
I'm probably making a lot out of nothing; I'll probably surprise myself and sleep like a baby tonight.
So baby, I miss you, but I look forward to when you come back and all the sweet monkey lovin' that is sure to follow.
Off to make my uber-healthy lunch for tomorrow. Let the climbing begin!
Which brings me to my next point:
I fucking love Trader Joe's.
It had been so long since I'd been in one that I'd truly forgotten how much I love it. I always feel like I'm doing something good for myself when I'm there, and it brings me back to my (what some call) dirty hippie roots.
Now that I have all of the groceries home, my refrigerator and cabinets look beautiful! All of the colors in the fridge - the greens, reds and yellows, along with all of the simple packaging that organic food comes in creates such a pretty and peaceful kitchen.
And now I'm sitting on the futon in my living room, finishing the last of my diary products and preservative laden crackers and getting ready to make some steamed chicken, brown rice and broccoli to take to work for lunch tomorrow.
It's very quiet, and that brings me to the part of today that I'm not so fond of.
Bil left last night for a week in LA with some dear friends of his (I claim them too - I inherited them from Bil
). It's not that I mind him going, really; it's just that the completely selfish part of me that is so used to having him here with me all the time is totally throwing a fucking hissy-fit right now. It'll subside; I'll go to work tomorrow and keep myself busy and it won't even really occur to me that he's gone...
... until I go to sleep. I don't sleep well when he's not here. In the past few months it's only been, at most, two night stints that he's been gone; this time, it'll be five. I'm sure I'll adjust. It's just weird.
I'm probably making a lot out of nothing; I'll probably surprise myself and sleep like a baby tonight.
So baby, I miss you, but I look forward to when you come back and all the sweet monkey lovin' that is sure to follow.
Off to make my uber-healthy lunch for tomorrow. Let the climbing begin!