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Jul. 20th, 2002
i'm salty, like a pirate, arrrrrr!
Jul. 20th, 2002 04:36 amI am strange tonight, very strange.
I should be asleep, but I'm not. I'm riding a clean, cold edge of insomnia. I want to go do productive things with it, but mostly I've been goggling at weird Dior t-shirts on ebay (look up "dior coke" and "dior rainbow" to see what I mean). Now I am afraid to do anything other than going to bed and perhaps reading, because I don't want to be up much later. Even though I'm not really tired.
I'm freezing.
And apparently in a preachy mood, given the quality of my correspondance this evening. (What, I didn't leave you any comments? Thank your lucky stars. My crankiness is approaching Dr.HST levels. I could be a blue muppet with a huge nose. Fear me.)
But mostly just freezing and jittery.
Also, there is the matter of some turkey soup from the gourmet store. This is rather expensive and stew-like; those of you who have access to a Dean & Deluca know the kind of store and the kind of expensive soup I mean, though the store I go to is not part of a chain. They make a batch of soup from scratch each day, and then whatever isn't sold is frozen and put in a cooler to be purchased at will. I bought a $6 pint of this frozen soup on Monday. I had a bowl of this soup on Tuesday, and was underwhelmed... there was just something wrong with it, blandness set off by weird drippy leaves. Fixed the remainder tonight with the judicious addition of Bell's Poultry Seasoning, and some salt and pepper, and it was much more savory and approached edibility. But it pisses me off that I spent *that much* on a pint of "homemade" soup and still had to doctor the hell out of it to make it edible, and with extremely common spices at that. I never thought the day would come when I would complain that a dish didn't have enough salt!
I cannot stop bouncing my knee, and it is almost 5AM.
This hippie/peasant/cowgirl thing has GOT TO GO, by the way... I was out earlier tonight, looking in places like Bebe and Arden B and Charlotte Russe, because I happened to pass them, and it was really depressing. I want my retro glamour back.
I should be asleep, but I'm not. I'm riding a clean, cold edge of insomnia. I want to go do productive things with it, but mostly I've been goggling at weird Dior t-shirts on ebay (look up "dior coke" and "dior rainbow" to see what I mean). Now I am afraid to do anything other than going to bed and perhaps reading, because I don't want to be up much later. Even though I'm not really tired.
I'm freezing.
And apparently in a preachy mood, given the quality of my correspondance this evening. (What, I didn't leave you any comments? Thank your lucky stars. My crankiness is approaching Dr.HST levels. I could be a blue muppet with a huge nose. Fear me.)
But mostly just freezing and jittery.
Also, there is the matter of some turkey soup from the gourmet store. This is rather expensive and stew-like; those of you who have access to a Dean & Deluca know the kind of store and the kind of expensive soup I mean, though the store I go to is not part of a chain. They make a batch of soup from scratch each day, and then whatever isn't sold is frozen and put in a cooler to be purchased at will. I bought a $6 pint of this frozen soup on Monday. I had a bowl of this soup on Tuesday, and was underwhelmed... there was just something wrong with it, blandness set off by weird drippy leaves. Fixed the remainder tonight with the judicious addition of Bell's Poultry Seasoning, and some salt and pepper, and it was much more savory and approached edibility. But it pisses me off that I spent *that much* on a pint of "homemade" soup and still had to doctor the hell out of it to make it edible, and with extremely common spices at that. I never thought the day would come when I would complain that a dish didn't have enough salt!
I cannot stop bouncing my knee, and it is almost 5AM.
This hippie/peasant/cowgirl thing has GOT TO GO, by the way... I was out earlier tonight, looking in places like Bebe and Arden B and Charlotte Russe, because I happened to pass them, and it was really depressing. I want my retro glamour back.
