sesame

okay, so i have a weird relationship with sesame seeds, and i just put it together.

the sesame cracker things in snack mix? HATE IT.
the chinese sesame/wheat germ bits from trader joes? LOVE IT.
sesame hamburger buns? HATE IT.
sesame on sushi? LOVE IT

i am racist against american sesame products.

also, where the fuck does a sesame seed come from in the first place? i should look this up.

haiku

This is a haiku that C wrote about me. I love it. It's so true. Remember it forever!


Amanda is cute
But don't ever call her cute
She will fuck you up!

squeeze

Right before I go to bed, if I have not been wearing socks around the apartment, I take a quick look at my feet. I have painted concrete floors, and, try as I might, and now matter how hard I scrub, I can not keep these floors clean. Argh!

So, if I have not been wearing socks, the soles of my feet accumulate dirt, hair, tucker-stuff, etc. I make a point to wash my feet before getting into bed so I don't drag all that crap in with me. Of course, Tucker will drag some stuff with him, but at least he stays on top of the covers.

Anyway. After I wash my feet off, I have found that I squeeze them, as if to wring them out. This is silly! Feet can not be wrung out!

But each time, I do it anyway. Maybe I'm trying to remind myself that it's been awhile since I have had a good foot massage.

mememememe

I...

want sex. now. hours of it.
just made butterscotch rice krispy treats, and ate a square that was too big.
cleaned and watered four plants tonight.
can cut a pineapple up in NO TIME AT ALL!
have not been drinking enough water lately.
need sex.
was invited to a boggle tournament.
have never played boggle.
sex. now.
need to dye my hair.
would like to buy new running shoes.
need to put away some toilet paper i bought four days ago
bought myself flowers tonight.
NEED WANT NOW SEX SEX SEX
have four boxes left to unpack.
want to travel someplace with a lover.
want a lover.
want sex.
travel, lover, sex.



:(

answers...

...are what I seem to be good at giving today. they were obvious answers, too. while giving them, it felt like i was in a seinfeld episode.

Case #1: street corner at helm's bakery, in front of two restaurants. guy in designer leather bomber jacket and super sleek "i'm a movie guy" sunglasses approaches me. whips off the glasses, tussles his hair. "Excuse me, miss. Can you please tell me what my restaurant options are in this area?" I look at him, I look at the two restauarants that essentially surround us, I look back at him. "May I reccomend this place, or that place," I say, "or perhaps that mexican restaurant you can see right there, or that coffee shop down the street." He carefully places his sunglasses back on his face. "Thanks" and then runs off to his friend ***who is wearing a matching bomber jacket*** (lovers, perhaps??) to inform him of their restaurant options.

Case #2: i went to target to get some cat food (yes, this is what my lunch breaks are, sometimes, sad, isn't it?). While walking back to my car, I hear a frazzeled "Excuse me, miss!!!" (hmmm, two "miss's" in one day?) I turn around and this guy runs up to me. Stops. "Can you please tell me where the closest flower shop is??". I look at him thinking that he's late for valentine's day. I tell him there is a shop that I've been to before at Culver + Overland; while it's not near, it's the only one I know of. He then asks me (here's the obvious/seinfeld part) how to get out of the parking lot. "And how can I get out of this parking lot??" he asks. I point to the exit. He says "THANKS!!!" and rushes off.

I am so helpful.