Act natural

( Friday, Mar. 01, 2002 8:56 pm )

>Travesty! Horror! Decadence! Excrement!

I cannot seem to spend less than $40 a week at Stop & Shop, yet I don't seem to be buying that much. I think it's the extra items that get me (this week: 12 pack toilet paper, beer, and German Chocolate Cake-flavored Haagen-Daaz, a combination that spells "fun night" to me). The fact that I was grocery shopping on a Friday night was sad in itself, but I felt compelled to go because last week Priscilla was late and we went to Stop & Shop without him (he's car-less), so of course I've been concerned that he's been starving all week. He asked to go tonight, so he and I went. It also counts as my good deed for the day, as Prissy takes an eternity and a day to do his shopping (a factor in his getting left behind last weekend). So, as usual, I spent a good amount of time just sitting in the car listening to the radio. I had a "caught enjoying Phil Collins" moment in which I was singing along to his version of "True Colors" and finding it very, very poignant. And then I came home and ate my pint of ice cream. I must be pregnant. Kidding! Kidding!

I nearly had a little panic attack in the bookstore this afternoon, browsing the magazines and realizing I didn't fit into any of the specialties they cater to, and so, could not pick out any I would be interested in applying to work for. My basic fear is that I'm unemployable and will have to live with my parents indefinitely. In order to calm down, I headed upstairs to browse, only to end up in the Self-Help section reading in "Mothers and Daughters for Dummies" about how to judge whether or not your daughter is a free-loading bum who you should kick out of the nest. Holy Semolians!

Ruby's crush stopped by today to drop off her radio. She wasn't home at the time, so I was left to field the situation. He is quite good-looking, so I was a bit unintelligible. I was also embarrassed to be seen hanging around the house alone, eating soup and watching A Baby Story (three words: home water birth). [Side note: they were going to name the baby Douglas Adam, after the author.] Anyway, I'm having some second thoughts about the worthiness of Ruby's boy: last night she and I encountered a "friend" of his, a girl who was either on crack or off her meds, dancing around violently, and just generally acting a little too intense to qualify as just a free spirit. I recognized her from the first day of the porn/Anthro class. I hope Ruby doesn't mind psychos like this chick at her wedding.

P.S. I just re-discovered the top drawer of one of my many sets of drawers in this room, and found my missing camisole and about a hundred pairs of clean socks--better than Christmas!!! My heart is singing.

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