Hit the sack
24 March 2004 at 11:06 pm

My boyfriend. Is such. A nerd.

Case in point: tonight, Netflix delivered The Hulk, and Aaron gave me the backstory. I'm pretty sure he covered everything that ever happened in the comic books and the tv series and the original movie. Ever.

You know what's great about visitors? I'm forced to do the touristy things I've always wanted to do but can never justify doing since I live here. Exploratorium, here I come!

Once again, I have all these entries printed up from work, but have yet to post them. So here are a few highlights:

"Today a man stopped me on the street to tell me two things: one, how he was the fastest guy in fourth grade, and two, how he doesn't need Viagra anymore. When he asked if he had said anything to offend, I explained that it was too early to converse and ran away.

Yesterday, I watched six straight hours of The Sopranos and was feeling extra tough until that chance encounter this morning. Esp and I were discussing how there's a certain amount of violation that comes with being approached by strangers. Whenever a random man approaches me, my mind goes through all the horrific things that could happen: I could be mugged, raped, beaten, kidnapped. None of these things have ever happened to me in particular, but I'm constantly preparing myself to fight when I'm talking to strangers.

How unfair is that?"

And then there was:

"Yesterday, ex-roommate bitch Sarah called me out of the blue to let me know she was in town. So she came over and we had a slumber party. Hooray!

I hadn't realized, until we'd downed a bottle of wine and were discussing the inate power struggle between the penis and the vagina and how that relates to up-the-butt, how much I miss having friends.

We stayed up late listening Leonard Cohen and played Karaoke Revolution. I won.

She accompanied me to work this morning and then set off to find the Greyhound station, but not before spilling hazelnut coffee all over me. Perfect.

I'm v. proud of myself right now: a lightbulb burned out at work, and when I tried to unscrew it, it was stuck, so I turned off the lights because I figured that the heat had made the bulb expand and a half an hour later, when it had cooled down, it came right out! Hooray! I'm so handy!

Also! I didn't eat yesterday because we didn't have any food at home and I've used up all my free lunches at work, so when I got home I was understandably starving. So I got out my 'Betty Crocker's Quick And Easy!!' cookbook, found a recipe for which I had all the ingredients, and made myself some chicken picatta -- and I didn't set any fires*! I'm so domestic! Hooray!

*You'll remember that I've actually set three kitchen fires in my lifetime: once, I was trying to pop popcorn over the stove and when I lifted the lid, flames jumped out and I had to run and get the fire extinguisher. It was my first time using a fire extinguisher, and it was quite satisfying. The second time, I was trying to make pot stickers with Esp and there was too much water on the dumpling when I put it in the oil and then the pan was inundated with fire. As Esp screamed bloody murder, I calmly grabbed the lid for the skillet and placed it over the flames. The third time involved pot stickers as well: I had forgotten about them and then the smoke alarm went off and I turned around and there were flames where my pot stickers had once been. I did the lid thing again and all was well, except the smoke alarm kept beeping randomly and I couldn't reach it, so I kept having to jump on my bed with a towel to fan the smoke away. Incidentally, I'm not allowed to fry things when Aaron's not around anymore."

The end!

one year ago today: "i'm not asking for advice and i'm not asking for help. but thanks for playing."

two years ago today: "it was all very, very cute. sarah gave it a 4 out of 5."

three years ago today: nothin.

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Hi. Morgan, 27, of Santa Barbara, CA. I am a hypocritical admirer of rhetoric (when it is my own) and an observer of literary trends. A secret: I don't take anything very seriously, and that includes myself.