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13 de Noviembre 2007
orphanwidowstranger skanksgibbing
I'm at my favorite place in greenwood, Chocolati. it is the chocolate place, not a coffee place. Molly, the chocohottie (that is what it says on her business card under manager) just told one of her customers that she is next to use the bathroom because she is "here working and he is here just sitting around being Jewish."
somebody shouted out, "he has to work pretty hard to be Jewish, you know."
Friends from Cali visited on Sunday, it was so good to see them and get all the gossip from their glock-shooting combat boot wearing department of corrections YAHOO! using nine computer household dashboard satellite navigation system perspective.
Yes, i have friends like that. they help me stay connected to my CCPOA roots. Not to say, everyone should have to feel the way it felt when Neal brought a gun into my apartment and I actually thought about my mortality for a split second when Martin pointed it at the kitchen cabinets where we keep the breakfast cereal (how often have I wanted to do that!?), even though I usually try to get very drunk in order to avoid thinking about a quick death by bullet to the brain.
So last night we pulled into our parking lot and the headlights pointed right at a huge pile of garbage. I think the garbage man avoided our building last week. And Martin says to me: "I hope we don't move back to Morgan Hill."
Talk about ambivalence! We miss our friends so much, but we just couldn't ever move back there. This is the strangest feeling.
I decided last night, with the help of Trader Joe's, that I can in fact make a skanksgibbing dinner even though I hate the holidays--that Target commercial with the Advent calendar doors opening on toy trains and table settings makes me really really upset.
We will invite our friends in the tradition of the MoHill Orphan Thanksgiving. But in the true Divinitybiblethumper spirit we will call it the Orphan widow stranger Skanksgibbing and play the Dune board game over and over until I win for once.
Just know that if you're reading this and you want some not-family company on 11/22 come to our new house and be ready for The Spice and maybe a gom jabbar in the jugular, if you're unlucky. Fear is the little mind killer.
I set my mind in motion.
In closing I will just say Molly is telling somebody about her birth control and everything, I love it here.
help yourself | By crymytinyflood | 10:04 AM
