February 11
Yesterday, it snowed. That's the downside to having a week off in the winter, the whole shitty weather thing. I am done, really done with the snow and the cold. I don't know how it is wherever you live, but here, it's a crapfest. I have owned my new car for two months tomorrow, and I've already run out of wiper fluid. Run out. Less than 2 months. Yeah, winter's a treat.
Since I've decided to be very brief this week, but also that I wanted to write SOMETHING, here's what I bought yesterday:
1.) A toaster oven. To replace the $15 one Nick got at Walgreens before some work pot-luck lunch thing. It replaced our toaster, which began not really doing so much toasting as flaming. The $15 dollar toaster oven may sound like a good idea, but it is not. Especially--and this is important--if it's your first time using a toaster oven, as it was mine ("Where does the bread go?!"). It was utterly perplexing. I have high hopes for the new one.
2.) 6 pair black socks. Is it wrong to admit that I bought the socks because I knew I was out of clean socks to wear?
3.) 1 pair black pajama bottoms, to be used as gym pants. What? You can't tell the difference. And really, I go to the Y again. People there wear campaign, cause, or road race shirts from 1982 proudly. I'm at the cutting edge of YMCA fashion.
4.) 1 blowdryer. The one I have currently was shooting sparks, which I think is kind of bad news. I'm no scientist, of course, but flames near hair usually means one of two things (perhaps both): 1.) Weeping sorrow or 2.) Wacky antics. See: Pepsi thing, Michael Jackson.
5.) Toilet paper, tampons, shampoo, conditioner: self explanatary, or so I'd hope.
6.) A matchbox Mini, green with a checkered roof. A gift! For Nick! Because I am nice!
7.) Sour Smynts. Smynts? I think that's how the word is spelled. Last April, Nicole and I spent a friday driving around Connecticut, looking for a place to eat. In my car, a box of Smynts. She took one, ate it carefully, and said "These taste a little like fruity armpit." Imagine my surprise when, a few weeks ago, we were sitting at a bar and she takes Smynts out of her bag. "Do you want these? I don't think I like them." Well, good for ME, then! I love them. Mostly. Not the green ones, they really DO taste like fruity armpit.
8.) Two sweatshirts (one cotton, one pimp-a-riffic orange velour!), one sweater, one camisole. Is that how it's spelled? Is it a camisole if it's not made of satin? I don't know what else to call it. A tank, maybe?
9.) A CD. Despite the fact that she's all skinny and buff now, breaking this fat girl's heart, (Anyone remember seeing her on "Cribs"? Ahh, Missy) she just cracks me up. I could deal without the "thissss issss another MISSY ELLIOT ORIGINAL" at the beginning of practically every song. Guess what? I bought the CD. I know you wrote the songs. How about if I started every entry with "THIS IS ANOTHER DANA ORIGINAL!!!! YEAAAHHH!!!" It's unnecessary, isn't it? Yes it is. Best song is unquestionably "Gossip Folks", and I don't just say that because it has a little rap by my secret boyfriend, Ludacris.
After that, I drove home, cooked dinner and dicked around on the net. That was my Monday! How ya like me now? Think you can keep up?