Further Confessions

[lastandleast]

• Every single weekday morning for the past five years, I've stopped at Maplefield's to get a cup of coffee on my way to work. My particular mix of gas station brew is both time-honored and exact: 2/4 french vanilla, 1/4 decaf french vanilla, and 1/4 southern pecan, with lots of skim milk and three Splendas thrown in for good measure. Two or three times each week, I've walked across the rather large parking lot, climbed two flights of stairs, settled myself at my desk, and then thought "Damn. I would love some coffee right now." At this point, I traditionally realize that I am, indeed, bonkers, and that the perfect cup of coffee is cooling in my car, completely forgotten. Obviously, I am well on my way to becoming Gena Rowlands in The Notebook, only without a nice little Ryan Gosling/James Garner to call my own.
• I bought one of those fancy, toothbrush-style flossers that are always being advertised on television. Which is all well and good, as I hate to floss and have no dental insurance. The wrench in this particular situation, however, is that the stupid thing is decidedly smarter than I am. No matter how much time I spend trying to get the refill floss heads to fit into the handle, they will not go. I twist them, I turn them, I occasionally chuck them at mirrors. Still, no dice.
• I am working on another Remus/Sirius story, and have regularly been keeping up with the postings on remusxsirius. Most Harry Potter fic does nothing for me-the original books are fabulous, but I would rather scratch out my own eyes than read one more word of Draco/Harry slash. What is the attraction, people? Draco's a stupid punk, not even hot and dangerous, ala Snape. But Remus and Sirius together are so lovely: dashing, sexpot Sirius and shy, bookish Remus belong together.
  
  I don't find much in the books to support this "so cannon" business, but that last movie was subtext city. Remus's greatest fear comes rushing out of the closet at him? The "you're fighting like an old married couple" comment from Snape? Movie!Sirius and Movie!Remus absolutely have a Gone with the Wind-caliber romance going on. Still, even I can't deny that the books are definitely on the side of Moony gayness, what with his monthly ailment and getting kicked out of Hogwarts because parents don't want people "like him" teaching their kids. But that's it, as far as I'm concerned. Book!Remus/Sirius are love free. At least to date ;)
• I have absolutely no idea what I want to do with the rest of my life. Nada. Niet. Zip. Zilch. Do I want to hang around here, get some mindless job, and seriously work on getting something written? That used to be my dream when I was a kid--to be an author. But is settling for Dartmouth giving up? Should I keep applying for jobs in Boston and hope that the move is an inspiring breath of fresh air? And is it a sign of instability that I'm suddenly finding myself jealous of Colette, who had the good fortune to find herself a bastard husband to lock her in her bedroom and demand installations of her writings in exchange for food? Troublesome I tell you, troublesome.
• After years and years of being a good girl, I installed LimeWire last night and went on an absolute bender of downloading. I'd Like to Make It with You, by Bread? Check. Amsterdam, by Guster? Check plus. Wild Horses, by the Rolling Stones? Check plus plus. I am guilt ridden and evil, and may not need to decide how to spend the rest of my life. Prison is a binding commitment, I'm told.
• I saw Summerland for the first time last week, and am mortified. Did I say Jesse McCartney was hot? Just kidding. He's a fetus. And orange.
• I miss Hanson to levels beyond human comprehension.