No, I haven't become a profound poet. It's just the title of a Sublime song. Usually when I bust out Sublime it means that summer is beginning and I'm ready to go for a drive blaring 40 oz. to Freedom. It was 70+ degrees today so close enough. My girl Jess and I got together (and I got to see my little man Aidan) for some quality time and a beer. Unfortunately the restaurant we chose doesn't open their patio until Monday. Boo. But it was a bit windy so it's probably for the best. Oh and yes, Jessica drank a beer, or rather, most of a beer. It's apparently good for milk production...this is one of those things that I don't really need to know but find fascinating. She kept making an "ick" face which I found hilarious, but she went for it. Baby steps. Between the two of us we probably have the tolerance of a teenage girl so I think we were both a little buzzed up after ONE beer. Yikes. I better get to drinking so I'm fully ready for patio season!!
What else...After my last post I went back on match.com and messaged a guy. Sometimes I find a guy on there that I think is interesting; usually well read, likes non-mainstream music and film and doesn't watch a lot of tv. I usually pass up these guys with the thought that as much I would like to be that kind of girl, I'm not. I sing along to songs on KDWB (even Taylor Swift, damn her!), watch a crapload of tv and live in suburbia with a slight edge. I picture the conversation with such a guy going something like: Him "So have you heard the new blah-blah local band?" Me "No, I did buy the new Alkaline Trio though", Him "Have you been to this restaurant, it's totally hip and indie (paraphrasing of course)" Me "No, usually end up at Old Chicago", Him "What do you do for fun?" Me "Nothing really, watch tv, sleep", Him "This isn't going to work" Me "I figured". Now while I'm aware that having a conversation in my head with a hypothetical guy may seem a little nuts, I can't help myself. Last night I decided not to make the choice for the guy without letting him check out my totally awesome profile first. He can figure out later on that I'm boring and have no interests, right?
Ok, last two items. One granola bar in the box was open and crumbled up. And I found 3 ants crawling around in my bathroom. Wtf. Spring mouse? Ant farm? I can't take another mouse invasion. And ants in the bathroom...what the hell are they looking for? I mean I know my body wash is delicious smelling, but seriously, I can't imagine that it actually tastes like cherries and almonds.
Oh...one more thing. Lots of new people in my neighborhood (see last post regarding strange teenage boy) including someone with a car alarm that goes off every day. Every. Day. It goes "honk. honk, honk, honk, hoooonk, honk. repeat." For cripes sake dude, obviously it's too sensitive. And nobody wants to steal your p.o.s. car. Which reminds me...I saw a minivan with 22 inch rims bumping their stereo yesterday. Maybe they were 24s...huge, expensive-looking rims...on a minivan. Really? I love my 'hood.
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