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I have had an awful day but I feel pretty good. I was half an hour late for work, I didn't have time to shave or take a shower, I ate spam for breakfast for who knows why, I only made seven dollars at work, I had an anxiety attack. But I think I'm doing pretty well. it's fun how bad days and good day weave together.
I didn't seem to care that I made no money at work. I had a really nice table of regulars who all order simple things. I really just shouldn't have tipped out to the food runners. I literally gave them a 50% tip-out. There should not be so much social pressure to tip out a specific dollar amount, the food runners easily make twice what any waiter there does, and they do it off of those waiter's tips, which are all made based on percentage.
I went to the Mexican market after work. Bought shrimp bullion, Jamaica flowers, and Malta Goya. I loved being there. I decided to do all my grocery shopping next time at only the mexican market. I probably can too. The malta goya tasted like thin carbonated molasses. I think it would be great in the right mood on lots of ice with grated ginger and lime juice. I made a pretty good creole style oyster stew and went on a bike ride with Rex and Brandon. We looked at Jamis bikes on the internet. Brandon said Rex and I looked like two rednecks with a new mustang. He's right. The Jamaica is brewing right now.
We had the most amazing game of hearts ever. James, Rex, Brandon, and I played. James was clearly loosing until he hit 99 and then he decided that he had nothing to loose and held at 99 for like five or six hands. Rachel and Lyndsie dropped by. There was a lot of noise in the house and we were talking loudly at the table and I was getting a little overloaded. It wasn't a full-fledged anxiety attack (which I'm really greatful for) but I just had a hard time thinking or feeling comfortable. The last hand found Brandon just shy of shooting the moon and James was forced to take three hearts. I got second place to Rex. That was nice, I decided not to go to waffle house with them so I could cool down.
I'm so getting my bike tomorrow. I'm going to go to the bank and withdraw $1200. I'm going to walk from my house to the bike shop, buy a brand new Jamis Nova followed by brand new clipless shoes, a new saddle and a new pump for the presta valves. and maybe some slime for the tubes. Then I'll put my old shoes in my camelback and ride home. I'll probably have to shower and go to work then. The thought that a brand-new bearely ridden bike is in my house will knaw at my mind all day at work. money can't buy happiness, but it can buy some pretty fun stuff.
I'm taking Jesi (who has previously been known as raincheck-date) out on friday. We're going out for ice-cream and a canned-food drive/dance at my church. I told her about the dance and said "It's just going to be a bunch of mormons acting really geeky, we don't have to go, I think they're going to bowl with coconuts." Her reply "oh, that sounds just like my old homeschooling conventions, I'll probably fit right in." Hilarious, Sensitive, Adventurous. She knows I have a blog now, but she doesn't know where, So I'm going to post with continuing impunity. This woman is amazing. She's smart, confident, smart, fun, adventurous, smart, joyful, and gorgeous. I deserve someone like this, I really do. She probably deserves someone way better. I mean I'm a very strange mess.
I'm definetly taken back by her, you can tell you're taken back by a woman when the idea of her smiling or speaking seems like a glorious tribute to beauty and all poetry. The funny thing is, I don't feel exclusive. I'm spending time with someone I like a whole lot, but I don't see us going anywhere, and for the first time ever I prefer it that way. It's just a lot of fun without fear....
everything's a lot more fun without fear, I gotta go to bed so I can wake up and get some satisfactory ride-time on my new bike tomorrow morning. Tonight is Christmas eve. Tomorrow night will be too.
I didn't seem to care that I made no money at work. I had a really nice table of regulars who all order simple things. I really just shouldn't have tipped out to the food runners. I literally gave them a 50% tip-out. There should not be so much social pressure to tip out a specific dollar amount, the food runners easily make twice what any waiter there does, and they do it off of those waiter's tips, which are all made based on percentage.
I went to the Mexican market after work. Bought shrimp bullion, Jamaica flowers, and Malta Goya. I loved being there. I decided to do all my grocery shopping next time at only the mexican market. I probably can too. The malta goya tasted like thin carbonated molasses. I think it would be great in the right mood on lots of ice with grated ginger and lime juice. I made a pretty good creole style oyster stew and went on a bike ride with Rex and Brandon. We looked at Jamis bikes on the internet. Brandon said Rex and I looked like two rednecks with a new mustang. He's right. The Jamaica is brewing right now.
We had the most amazing game of hearts ever. James, Rex, Brandon, and I played. James was clearly loosing until he hit 99 and then he decided that he had nothing to loose and held at 99 for like five or six hands. Rachel and Lyndsie dropped by. There was a lot of noise in the house and we were talking loudly at the table and I was getting a little overloaded. It wasn't a full-fledged anxiety attack (which I'm really greatful for) but I just had a hard time thinking or feeling comfortable. The last hand found Brandon just shy of shooting the moon and James was forced to take three hearts. I got second place to Rex. That was nice, I decided not to go to waffle house with them so I could cool down.
I'm so getting my bike tomorrow. I'm going to go to the bank and withdraw $1200. I'm going to walk from my house to the bike shop, buy a brand new Jamis Nova followed by brand new clipless shoes, a new saddle and a new pump for the presta valves. and maybe some slime for the tubes. Then I'll put my old shoes in my camelback and ride home. I'll probably have to shower and go to work then. The thought that a brand-new bearely ridden bike is in my house will knaw at my mind all day at work. money can't buy happiness, but it can buy some pretty fun stuff.
I'm taking Jesi (who has previously been known as raincheck-date) out on friday. We're going out for ice-cream and a canned-food drive/dance at my church. I told her about the dance and said "It's just going to be a bunch of mormons acting really geeky, we don't have to go, I think they're going to bowl with coconuts." Her reply "oh, that sounds just like my old homeschooling conventions, I'll probably fit right in." Hilarious, Sensitive, Adventurous. She knows I have a blog now, but she doesn't know where, So I'm going to post with continuing impunity. This woman is amazing. She's smart, confident, smart, fun, adventurous, smart, joyful, and gorgeous. I deserve someone like this, I really do. She probably deserves someone way better. I mean I'm a very strange mess.
I'm definetly taken back by her, you can tell you're taken back by a woman when the idea of her smiling or speaking seems like a glorious tribute to beauty and all poetry. The funny thing is, I don't feel exclusive. I'm spending time with someone I like a whole lot, but I don't see us going anywhere, and for the first time ever I prefer it that way. It's just a lot of fun without fear....
everything's a lot more fun without fear, I gotta go to bed so I can wake up and get some satisfactory ride-time on my new bike tomorrow morning. Tonight is Christmas eve. Tomorrow night will be too.