Yesterday was SO un-Monday-like, that I just can't get over it.
I mean, it started out like your typical Monday: computer freaking out and refusing to boot up properly, debtors givin' me the run-around when I confronted 'em about their bills, etc...but then, it hit me...I was still the boss for one more day! I could do whatever the france I wanted!
And right then, what I wanted was to "bun de wuk" and head to the beach, cuz it was hotter than a tin foof on Mars yesterday.
And tha's just what I did too. I swung by for muh girl Lani, we suited up, then ran up in that beach so hard, it cried!
Oh...words can't describe what a fabulous day it was. The sky was an expanse of blue, and the water was calm, cool and clear. Everything was copacetic except, of course, for the treacherous sea-creature which disguised itself as an innocent piece of algae, and tried to do horrible things to my index finger.
We found our way back to our towels pretty quickly after that.
C.O.T.
If I had a million dollars and someone put a gun to my head and forced me to spend it as frivolously as possible, I'd build a t.v. station and host my own cooking show. And my own talk show. And my daily news segment. And if I ran out of news to report, I'd make it up as I went along.
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Sunday, August 29, 2004
Things I've learned this Weekend
1.) Dont judge a guy by his baby-blue tims. This guy was actually sweet, and kinda fun, even though he's extremely talkative and can't dance to save his life. Dating outside one's social circle can be quite an adventure.
2.) The over-40 generation can be JUST as annoying as the young crowd...especially if they come and set up camp RIGHT on top of you , as you sit quietly at the beach, reading your anthropology textbook.
I didn't mind the almost-constant chatter about whether or not one guy should go back home for his swimsuit....I didn't even mind that, of all the wide open space there was on the beach, these people chose my immediate surroundings...but I DID mind when they turned on the radio and blared Lil' Rick and the Guinness Rush hour all up in my earholes. Just when ya thought that mature, "boujie" types were somehow more well-mannered than the average joe, they go and pull suh'in like this.
3.) Oistins on Friday night is a groovy type-a flex.
It's like a big, free fete. I can't believe I took so long to go check it out.
Oh geez. They tell me to leave the young boys alone, but what happens if the young boys won't leave me alone?
1.) Dont judge a guy by his baby-blue tims. This guy was actually sweet, and kinda fun, even though he's extremely talkative and can't dance to save his life. Dating outside one's social circle can be quite an adventure.
2.) The over-40 generation can be JUST as annoying as the young crowd...especially if they come and set up camp RIGHT on top of you , as you sit quietly at the beach, reading your anthropology textbook.
I didn't mind the almost-constant chatter about whether or not one guy should go back home for his swimsuit....I didn't even mind that, of all the wide open space there was on the beach, these people chose my immediate surroundings...but I DID mind when they turned on the radio and blared Lil' Rick and the Guinness Rush hour all up in my earholes. Just when ya thought that mature, "boujie" types were somehow more well-mannered than the average joe, they go and pull suh'in like this.
3.) Oistins on Friday night is a groovy type-a flex.
It's like a big, free fete. I can't believe I took so long to go check it out.
Oh geez. They tell me to leave the young boys alone, but what happens if the young boys won't leave me alone?
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