As of late, my computer has been in the hospital. It died and I had neither the patience nor the knowledge to figure out how to fix it, so I sent it up to my hometown for my very own hometown hero to fix it. And fix it he did! When I got it back, he said all I had to do is remake my Windows profile, which I did but I haven't gotten back all my files yet. They're there, but not really. We couldn't figure out how to get the internet to work, so I stealthly investigated and found the cables were unplugged. I'm so crafty. Anyway, internet at home! It's been so long since I've been able to experience the glory that is the internet from the comfort of my filthy apartment that it's kind of a novelty -- indeed, I'm tickled. But not as tickled as having been favorite-d by all you crazy kids out there! I knew those banners would pay off -- I'll be perusing all you this week at work so I can figure out a decent comment. Don't you hate when someone favorites you without a comment? I mean, it's a compliment to be favorite-d in the first place, but I want to know why you like me, why you really, really like me.
We had every intention of going grocery shopping yesterday, like the responsible grown-ups that we are, but we went record shopping instead. We hooked up a Boys tribute album on clear vinyl (that makes it extra cool), the new Mirah album, some other Oi! band, and Bowie's first greatest songs album. We got the latter for $2 from our neighbor who was participating in the neighborhood flea market.
The new Mirah album is cool, if you like that sort of thing.
Have I mentioned my new obsession with vinyl? As in records, not clothing. It's only kind of new now, but ever since we got a vintage record player from the antique store around the corner all we ever buy is vinyl and, for those who aren't in the know, there's no other way to listen to music. I mean, it makes listening to music an activity in and of itself since you have to get up every ten minutes to turn the record over. Awesome.
Last night, Aaron and I made a plan: "We should get TOTALLY stoned [off the 8th we've had for over a month now -- oh, we are hardcore] and watch [our Netflix] Kill Bill Vol 2 and Starsky and Hutch and eat day-old pizza and mini Milanos. It'll be rockin!" So that's what we did. And it was rockin.
After we went record shopping, we went to a mall. When you live in a city like San Francisco, where small businesses prevail, sometimes you just need a little corporate corruption. So we went to the Serramonte mall and bought a Gameboy Advance SP -- the old-school Nintendo version. I suck at video games and am easily bored by them, but the Gameboy is fucking AWESOME. I can't even get past the second level on most games, but I look so cool trying that it's ok.
While we were at the mall, we sauntered by Victoria's Secret so I said, "Aaron, want to buy me something from Victoria's Secret?" When your girlfriend asks you something like that, there's only answer: Yes. While I wanted something cute, I wanted more to see Aaron get all awkward and shy. There's little more amusing than watching your boyfriend squirm in a lingerie store. When I had picked something out (Aaron said, "That one, take it, it's fine," to the first thing I picked up) and took it to cashwrap, the guy told us our total and I looked pointedly at Aaron, who was staring at his shoes, with a look that said, "You're paying, buddy, and you should feel lucky I'm giving you the opportunity to pay for this." The checkout guy smirked, as did I.
It's funny, 'cause Aaron likes to buy me presents but generally gives me all his money because I'm in charge of the bills and shit. Actually, it's not funny it all. In fact, that's a terribly anecdote, but I'm going to post it anyway because it's something that I might want to remember. You can just deal with it.
I was thinking today about how the whole stigma with being in your 20s and 30s is that men don't want to commit. I don't really get it -- all of the guys, ranging from early 20s to early 30s, I know want to settle down. All of the girls I know just want to have fun. I'm barely 20, so maybe this is just my era, but I cannot relate. Anyway, if anyone in the Seattle or Santa Barbara or Bay Area wants a boyfriend, let me know. I'll hook you up.
one year ago today: nothin.
three years ago today: nothin.