26 August 2000 ~ Better than ice cream...

I broke my first dish today at Java Joe's. It was the iced-tea container. I loved that thing, too. I think tomorrow I will buy a new iced-tea thingy and offer to mop the floors for three weeks.

Despite the broken iced-tea thingy, I am in a ridiculously good mood.

It all began this morning, at 6.45, with Dave, one of my lovely bosses, singing me old stupid songs: "Sweet Caroline" by Neil Diamond and that awful James Taylor song, "Goin' to Carolina In My Mind" or whatever... Dave cracks me up. I want him to be my adopted dad. Everybody else thinks he's a dork, and he is, but the value of dorks in this society is GREATLY under-rated. His wife Kathy can be my adopted mom, even though I already sort of have two moms. When "Sweet Caroline" actually came on the radio, we decided it was Espresso Time -- you shouldn't drink espresso alone. It's like drinking whiskey alone. It's just depressing and ugly. So Dave and I have espresso together just about every day.

I made time-and-a-half today, between regular hours and tip money. I smell ice cream for dinner! Like, madphat expensive yuppie ice cream, like Ben and Jerry's.

I went to the college with Chris. (Yes, Chris and I finally went out instead of "staying in"... shut up...) It's new-student time, and there was free soda, free books, and lots of vendors selling stuff and giving out coupons... What a blast! I spent a little while poking through posters and clothes and stuff, and picking up soda cans for the hell of it. And in my travels, met another girl with a lesbian mom. Rock fucken on. "I have two moms TOO!" I screeched, delighted. Of course, then we had to introduce ourselves and all. I love people. People are so cool.

Plus, it was sunny and hot today. I love sun and heat.

And now I'm home. I'm exhausted and the espresso is wearing off, but I'm happy and I'm about to go buy expensive yuppie ice cream to celebrate a beautiful day and beautiful people and Espresso Time. Oh yes, and finally finding the car that makes me truly want to get a license, like, NOW. It probably needs a new transmission and new brakes and new seats and it probably doesn't havew a radio or air conditioning, or a steering wheel, but it's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen in my entire life. Whatever. For now, I just want ice cream.

Love,
~Helena*

"Your love is better than ice cream..." --Sarah McLachlan