sunday night
i don't have to go to work tomorrow, which makes sunday night not feel like sunday night at all. i used to really hate the "sunday night feel", but now it's kind of nice to relax and get prepped for the week. i always seem to have these high aspirations for the week that formulate on sunday night: drink two bottles of water a day; don't forget your vitamins; exercise a few times; write so-and-so a letter; or don't forget to buy so-and-so's birthday gift. i never, ever live up to these sunday night aspirations, but it's still nice to think of a new week as a tabula rasa. tabula rasa means "clean slate" and it is my favourite piece of pretentious knowledge that i like to whip out every once in a while, just to irritate people. did it work?
we went to TSM's parents today, with Snugs in tow because the radio was predicting crazy-ass heat and was telling people without air conditioning to find respite in air conditioned malls or whatever, so for peace of mind, we took her with us. it was nice to spend time with TSM's parents, but i swear that TSM's mom is obsessed with death right now. she is one of the most talkative people i've ever met and knows about every single person in the small town where she's spent her entire life. so we went for a walk to grandpa's house to make sure everything is fine, and on the way there she must have told me about three different people who are dying/have died from brain tumours and this person has cancer and that person lost his child in a car accident and it is really effing depressing. aside from the morbid talk, she was in pretty good spirits and was happy to see her granddaughter (Snugs). but, dang, does she ever know how to depress a girl. i mean, shit.
came home and watched Pride and Prejudice. as predicted, it was incredibly good. i ask you this: is Mr. Darcy perhaps the sexiest male character to have ever been created in art? he is delicious in both the book AND the film versions. his studliness defies the medium in which it is presented. HIS HOTNESS IS INDEFATIGABLE. and the britches he wears in this movie really show off his cojones.
me
ow
now i am tired and trying to convince myself to get ready for bed. i've got books and the July issue of Good Housekeeping to read. TSM's mom gives me all these middle-aged women magazines all of the time and i really like them, and that scares me. i am quickly morphing into a 45 year old housewife and yet i am not even married. where is the wild 20-something that is coursing through my blood, who is only concerned about her vibrator and how much whiskey she's got on hand? i should be getting tattoos and taking meditation classes. instead? i am thrilled by blueberry cake recipes.
that is too much contemplation for a sunday night. to bed i go!
we went to TSM's parents today, with Snugs in tow because the radio was predicting crazy-ass heat and was telling people without air conditioning to find respite in air conditioned malls or whatever, so for peace of mind, we took her with us. it was nice to spend time with TSM's parents, but i swear that TSM's mom is obsessed with death right now. she is one of the most talkative people i've ever met and knows about every single person in the small town where she's spent her entire life. so we went for a walk to grandpa's house to make sure everything is fine, and on the way there she must have told me about three different people who are dying/have died from brain tumours and this person has cancer and that person lost his child in a car accident and it is really effing depressing. aside from the morbid talk, she was in pretty good spirits and was happy to see her granddaughter (Snugs). but, dang, does she ever know how to depress a girl. i mean, shit.
came home and watched Pride and Prejudice. as predicted, it was incredibly good. i ask you this: is Mr. Darcy perhaps the sexiest male character to have ever been created in art? he is delicious in both the book AND the film versions. his studliness defies the medium in which it is presented. HIS HOTNESS IS INDEFATIGABLE. and the britches he wears in this movie really show off his cojones.
me
ow
now i am tired and trying to convince myself to get ready for bed. i've got books and the July issue of Good Housekeeping to read. TSM's mom gives me all these middle-aged women magazines all of the time and i really like them, and that scares me. i am quickly morphing into a 45 year old housewife and yet i am not even married. where is the wild 20-something that is coursing through my blood, who is only concerned about her vibrator and how much whiskey she's got on hand? i should be getting tattoos and taking meditation classes. instead? i am thrilled by blueberry cake recipes.
that is too much contemplation for a sunday night. to bed i go!