and then, the ice melted

reading: I started on the first volume of the collected letters of Hunter S. Thompson. He's bugfuck even before the drugs, nomsayin? Oh, also, most of the stuff in Fear and Loathing was actually made up. Horrors upon horrors. I am also reading Henry Miller's Black Spring and by reading I mean skimming and jumping around on the page. I think I'm not going to try reading any more of his books, because I like reading and want to continue to like it. This is also why I refuse to read Joyce.

body: My calves no longer feel like twenty million bacteria with hammers are working on them. Maybe only one million. So I'm going to have to continue with the exercise, I suspect. Especially I feel amazingly fat today. Probably cos we ordered Pagliacchi last night. I prefer Stacia's but they are batshit nuts with their 3 hour wait. I mean, excuse me, how is this possible? Really, what? How on earth can it possibly take 90 minutes to make and deliver a pizza? Can you please hire more fucking cooks or ovens? Jesus.

etc: This morning there were about 30 people waiting for the bus, and this was at 8:30 in Ballard where there was sunshine and little ice. Three of them came in a row, two Express and one Local. I hightailed it to the last one. Apparently it like snowed or some shit last night. Other than that no issues, downtown was dry by the time I got there and walked to 5th from 1st.

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we all have flaws

When I was a kid I was obsessed with office supply stores. Going to them, reading the catalogs... you know that scene in Fight Club in the bathroom? Yeah, about that bad. I'm pretty much over it, if only because the Staples and Office Depots of America are nowhere near as charming as the local outlet stores of my youth were.

I do have a slight IKEA obsession, but it's far enough away that it's hardly a danger. My real problem is Williams Sonoma. Before this I was basically the kind of person who bought all her kitchen gear at Target, but from the first time I stepped into a W&S it was - well, I don't believe in love at first sight with people, but I believe in it for stores. I've had it happen a few more times since - including IKEA - but I still get chills every time I go to Williams Sonoma. Because, well, there are almost no local small kitchen supply shops. I've been to others since but it's just not the same kind of situation. You can find a furniture store anywhere in America that isn't a chain, not so with kitchen supply stores.

A few months ago jette linked to her citrus press, and I've been meaning to get one ever since. Because it's really difficult to make lemon drops or daiquiris just using your hands. Unless you buy nearly-rotten fruit, that is. So I walk in, and kind of linger. I mean you don't want to just go WHAM BAM THANK YOU MA'AM, and I don't even mean just to be polite. I mean that I can in no way walk into this store and just pick up what I want. But eventually I found it, asked the help to get one for me, and that was that.

Except that they have these cocktail mixers in a bottle. And I'm only human. How can I resist the call of Key Lime Mojito?

And that, my friends, is why I'm kicking it with a mojito in hand and you are not.