Pretty lonely lately. I’ll be with people and just lonely. I have to keep busy or the depression will catch up with me. Sigh. Started working on a drinking game for “the apartment.” (Note: the apartment is the safe for all activities place that my friends congregate at, even people we don’t like show up.) I wont name names cause I’m not very honest about hate-like feelings. But let’s just say that B knows who and she doesn’t like that girl either. There are plenty of mutchers that show up but they can’t have our ice cream. B’s boy has been pretty nice to me lately. I think its great that he buys her pints of ice cream to share with me. We’ve only eaten a couple and have automatically created a ritual for eating them: (1.) one pint consumed at a time, (2.) two spoons, (3.) she gets the second to last “bite”, and (4.) her boyfriend gets to finish the remainder. It’s a system we like. She and I really enjoy our little “routines” like when we get Chinese food from our favorite place in Mission Valley, we get orange chicken, beef with broccoli, noodles, and a large drink which comes to $6.66. We eat it until there are two pieces of broccoli are left then I eat one and push the last one over to her. It’s our attempt at romance. Something like that, I’m sure. But yeah, I just really like the little things that we share. Oh, right…the ice cream. Well the first flavor we had was Phish Food by Ben and Jerry’s. Right now we have Chocolate Peanut Butter Chunk, One Sweet Whirled, and more Phish Food to look forward too. We did have Chunky Monkey, but the annoying someone wanted ice cream so badly that B’s boy said I can open this one because it’s not “theirs” so he opened it and she’s like “eww, banana ice cream gross.” Yeah, I know the audacity of begging someone for their ice cream at their apartment then the impudence of refusing it and saying something to the effect of I don’t like that flavor. What did she expect them to bow down and say, “oh we’re sorry you can take whatever flavor you like, pay no money, and eat our food. No really, we had no plans to eat those ourselves.” Bitch.---That’s what I heard from B. Kirby said she didn’t beg but was pawing her way through the freezer and saw them and said “oh ice cream, I’d want some, but I bet they’re somebody’s” Hmm, that counts as begging. It’s a sort of “whose leg do I have to hump to get some ice cream around here?” Kirby’s chiding me saying rituals for food are meaningless. “Just say ‘mmm, it tasted good,’ And throw the container away…not all routines are meaningless, if something tastes good…eat it last. Eat around the peanut butter cups [so they can be that last taste.]”
But now I believe its time for An Evening with Kevin Smith. I love this interview/stand up that he does. He is just so great….I’m hungry. I want poptarts, or ramen. That would be yummy. I don’t feel like going home…. Mmm, cold taco. This works. I guess that’s ok.