Sorry, I was just having a conversation with myself. I was saying how I'm really looking forward to an entire wkend of inactive dog vs. hyperactive cat. Which is happening this wkend...because...I have...the Bocies!!!!
He's got an eye on all of us.
In the few times Boca has stayed at my apartment, he has problem solved in a manner very similar to the velociraptors of Jurassic Park. He's figured out that if we take the elevator, he doesn't have to climb the stairs. Which has led to an all-out refusal of stair-climbing and an adamant demand for elevator rides. Me and the Boc. We really are kindred spirits.
A great development happened at my apartment complex: the pool chairs are finally out. This means that it's about time for me to go Kardashian all over this skin and bring the darkness of my inner self to my outer self as well.
I am at the height of exhaustion. This whole stay-out-late-at-comedy-shows and get-up-early-for-corporate-america is really draining my energy bank. My mom is encouraging me to take up yoga. I've yoga'd before and had trouble taking it seriously, but this time of year last spring I was running a few miles a day. And whatever energy I mustered up in those days has long since disappeared. So yoga it is. We'll see how it goes.
In a stroke of weirdness, I'm sitting out on my porch, which overlooks the pool at my apmt complex. And a bunch of the guys who play on the Colorado Rapids are sitting in the pool area shooting the shit. I know this because I walked by them con Bocies and heard them chit-chattering about it. Also, I know that they can live for free here or something like that. Preferred housing whatever. So I busted out my own deductive skills and put that shit together pretty easily. I'm pretty smart, I know. They all look like they're twelve. So that's neat.
Hmmm hmm hmm. The selling point on this apartment actually happened in the hallway on the way up to check it out. He walked by. He was glorious. Maybe the hottest guy I have ever seen. If I could describe him in detail, it would be one word, and the word would be hot. I felt like we had a serious connection when we didn't meet eyes. So I moved here. And haven't seen him since. As much as I aimlessly troll around the hallways trying to look as attractive as possible. Which means I put on a shitload of makeup, spend three hours doing my hair, and I carry a tranquilizer gun in my right pocket. Because I'm right handed, and that allows me to have prime accuracy.
That story is true. Some of it, at least.
Have you ever eaten something and then realized it's not what you thought it was?? I just did that. Well, I just ate something that I didnt really know what it was. But I was right this time. It WAS chocolate. Thank God.
When I was doing AmeriCorps time in Boston last spring, I wrote in this blog a shitload. I would encourage you to read those entries because they are much better than anything I've offered up recently, but anywho, I did this thing called Frogging a few times. Which is free-style blogging. And I just realized that is pretty much what I'm doing right now. Which has inspired the title as I type this, so I hope you're glad you got your explanation in a timely manner.
It's BASEBALL SEASON!!!!!!!!!!!!! I am REALLY excited! However, my relatively new beer ban is going to be killer and I cant have hot dogs anymore and what the fuck. My excitement just waned into a smelly pile of disappointment. Gluten, thou hast ruined me. RUINED ME!
I dont know how many of you guys know this, but my mom is what I like to call a wild card. She's awesome, but very unpredictable. And yesterday, out of the blue, with no pre-text or follow up, she texted me the following:
Take some time to love yourself and the life within you.
Oh, Mom. You're gonna be so fun when you're senile.
Ok, I'm gonna go before anyone makes a strong judgment regarding my current level of lucidity. As I'm incredibly sleep-deprived, I'm pretty sure I'm hitting the hay right now.
Nighty, friendos.
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