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Thursday, December 08, 2005
A Moment of Realization
I was on the bus coming back to my apartment just a few minutes ago when I realized that I was on the bus on the way to my apartment. Not in the sense of being insane. (I am not insane unless I find myself in a courtroom, and even then it would depend on the circumstances.) I mean in the sense that I suddenly noticed I had reached a major milestone in my life: I am now officially living on my own, paying rent and buying groceries.
This is done with the help of roommates, or at least the paying rent is. So far my roommate's contribution to the grocery-buying effort consists of one bag of Doritos™ Tony brought back from the airport and one bottle of coconut rum Kimesha smuggled back from the Virgin Islands. All they've done is make my two bottles of OJ and three cans of peaches look good—and isn't that enough, really?
In any case, they work at Dulles Airport; gate agents for an airline that is, for tax reasons, not officially part of United Airlines. The hours are shitty, from mid-afternoon until nearly midnight, and they can't leave until the last flight they're assigned to has pulled out, which means lots of mandatory overtime. On the plus side, all that mando adds up, and they get to fly. They've only had the job six weeks and Kimesha's already returned to the Virgin Islands, where she was born, just to spend her day off seeing friends, and also to smuggle us rum. Tony goes to Florida to see his family, and claims he can get me tickets to London for eighty-five bucks, so the two of us could fly out there for a few days just for shits and giggles.
"Why London?" I asked him.
"You've got an accent. They'll think you're English and be nice to us."
"They'll think I'm pretending to be British and say nasty things about us behind our backs."
Anyway, we're on air mattresses for now, but I have a futon coming in 3-7 business days, and we're checking with relatives, craigslist, and thrift stores for a table and a reading chair for the living room. I'm planning on having all my books still at my father's house shipped here. So at some point in the near future, I will have the following:
Oh, well. I can listen to Car Talk and watch episodes of Lost on the bus now. To say nothing of all that music, and being able to show new people the pictures I keep with me.
So that's my life right at the moment. I know that if you're reading this blog, you're probably more interested in what's going on my life than the political stuff I usually put up. After all, you could get that stuff from CNN. Trouble is, I hate only posting once or twice a week, and my life simply isn't interesting enough to warrant daily posts. I can manage to be interesting maybe two, three times a week, and I'm pretty damn interesting. I mean, no living soul has gone their entire lives without being interesting at least once, now that Adlai Stevensen has, sadly, died. But who does it all the time?
I'll try and put more up about me and the things I do. But there will still be plenty of political crap. Maybe I'll do more jokes about Ted Kennedy drinking a lot, but those aren't much original either.
This is done with the help of roommates, or at least the paying rent is. So far my roommate's contribution to the grocery-buying effort consists of one bag of Doritos™ Tony brought back from the airport and one bottle of coconut rum Kimesha smuggled back from the Virgin Islands. All they've done is make my two bottles of OJ and three cans of peaches look good—and isn't that enough, really?
In any case, they work at Dulles Airport; gate agents for an airline that is, for tax reasons, not officially part of United Airlines. The hours are shitty, from mid-afternoon until nearly midnight, and they can't leave until the last flight they're assigned to has pulled out, which means lots of mandatory overtime. On the plus side, all that mando adds up, and they get to fly. They've only had the job six weeks and Kimesha's already returned to the Virgin Islands, where she was born, just to spend her day off seeing friends, and also to smuggle us rum. Tony goes to Florida to see his family, and claims he can get me tickets to London for eighty-five bucks, so the two of us could fly out there for a few days just for shits and giggles.
"Why London?" I asked him.
"You've got an accent. They'll think you're English and be nice to us."
"They'll think I'm pretending to be British and say nasty things about us behind our backs."
Anyway, we're on air mattresses for now, but I have a futon coming in 3-7 business days, and we're checking with relatives, craigslist, and thrift stores for a table and a reading chair for the living room. I'm planning on having all my books still at my father's house shipped here. So at some point in the near future, I will have the following:
- A futon.
- A reading chair.
- Books.
Oh, well. I can listen to Car Talk and watch episodes of Lost on the bus now. To say nothing of all that music, and being able to show new people the pictures I keep with me.
So that's my life right at the moment. I know that if you're reading this blog, you're probably more interested in what's going on my life than the political stuff I usually put up. After all, you could get that stuff from CNN. Trouble is, I hate only posting once or twice a week, and my life simply isn't interesting enough to warrant daily posts. I can manage to be interesting maybe two, three times a week, and I'm pretty damn interesting. I mean, no living soul has gone their entire lives without being interesting at least once, now that Adlai Stevensen has, sadly, died. But who does it all the time?
I'll try and put more up about me and the things I do. But there will still be plenty of political crap. Maybe I'll do more jokes about Ted Kennedy drinking a lot, but those aren't much original either.
When he was about 12, Adlai Stevenson shot and killed his sister!! Accidentally of course. I guess that was enough excitement for one lifetime. - From MI, not IL
Posted by@ 4:17 AM
One word: Rice-A-Roni....Ramen Noodles......Pasta-A-Roni. Guess that is more than one word. Anyhow, add vegtables to them (and/or meat if you enjoy murdering defenseless animals) and its almost an actual meal. - Your former chef.
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I like reading about you and find very interesting the poitical stuff, so keep it all up. Especially since you never send me an actual letter or e-mail (or call, or send flowers or.....)
-your loving cuz in TN
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oh, and Ramen Noodles rock! 6 packs for a dollar! (or something like that) for variety you can toss in an egg with it while cooking or a cut up hot dog (if you want to eat some kind of unknown substance, wont say you are killing a defenseless animal for that since dont know what is really in them).
-the unpampered chef in tn
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Some writing "advisors" say write every single day even when you have nothing to say. Maybe especially when you have nothing to say. The lack of content can lead to greater awareness of style.- Likes it All in UT
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Just stay in the pubs and the Londoners will be nice to you. Its a great city. Don't forget to get a passport. - Been there, Done that.
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Hooray for independant j'myle!Post a Comment
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