kjpepper | home sweet home (Reply)

God. I feel like I haven't been here in 80 million years. It's only been like maybe 28ish hours, really... but still.

Tired right now, but mostly content. All told, except for the sucky bit at the beginning of yesterday evening (which I think may have directly been related to me forgetting to eat all day) I've had a good 48 hours or so... though at the moment I kinda miss my sunny - I've seen her for maybe an hour or three total since monday morning. Which means the cuddlins shall be MINE tomorrow. Yes. I have deemed it so.

So yeah, just some notes on the past two days since I've been posting but not in any full detail - the breakfast I had to run to at the Clarion ass early on Tuesday? Wonderful. I mean, it was businessy and schmoozy... but dude, there was a belgian waffle bar. And bacon. And spiced potatoes. And a really scary motivational speaker that kept gushing about finding and creating your own miracle and then whipped out a ukelele and thoroughly scared everyone playing it. Really - I expected him to break out into "I'm sooper, thanks for asking!!" or something. But yes. Stuffed myself silly, enjoyed chatting up familiar faces, watched Bosslady and the company get saluted, and then went to work, changed out of my skirt and proceeded to a) work my ass off b) forget to eat for the rest of the day. No wonder I was evil by 6:30.

Oh yeah. One last thing - the Clarion makes some damned fine chocolate chip cookies. Special bonus feature? They're stuffed with chocolate paste. Sinful.

Spent last night at

morlock's as per usual Tuesday, first to devour the Wings he thoughtfully got me (Goddess bless the Hangar and the inventor of honey barbecue sauce) and then we both read Preacher until we puked. Well, sans the vomit. but you know what I mean. I must have this series, I think. I'm enjoying them immensely. And I have volume three to peruse tonight/tomorrow in my backpack... but I get ahead of myself...

Today has been OMG hectic - I feel like I haven't stopped moving all day, even though a good seven hours of that was me perched at my desk at work not going anywhere really. But before that I got to have a fun moment at the expense of one of

morlock s housemates... I don't know why I take such perverse pleasure in short circuiting some guys' senses of chivalry, but it's great fun. I used to love fucking with

timarok in that way. But this did spark an amusing dialogue between

morlock, the housemate and I about the gender dynamic. Of course I like having the door held for me and getting my pick of where to sit in the car and the other insanely cute things they teach guys to do on Queer Eye, and I admit to being very good at the whole big eyed, pouty lipped, empty brained hair twirling thing that mysteriously manages to work wonders when getting certain types of guys to do something for you. But every so often, especially when you get a rather rigidly old-fashioned one... oooh, are they FUN to mess with.

I also noticed something cool this morning about the East Street bus stop... if you sit on the right corner of the bench, facing the road, you get this weird vibration of the cars passing through your butt. I shit you not. Little ones for the cars, big ones for fast moving tractor trailors. Try it sometime if for some ungodly reason you're in Hadley.

Though I didn't move much from my chair at work, I was insanely busy while in said spot. Got to see

sundart for like five minutes when she brought my iPod by the office (and thank heavens she did, one more day of being there without music quite possibly would have driven me batty)... From there off to the mall, where I got to see sunny for another two minutes before she ran off to play with

anzovin, played with music for a bit, and then met

sydneycat for Ground Round, where I was amused to find that she gleefully torments her mother by telling her about her life in gory detail... including, you know, the fact that she's got a girl and her fiance has a girlfriend. Apparently I'm to meet this woman before the wedding. *facepalm* I am amused, truly.

Hide and Seek was a lot scarier and less dumb than expected. Christ, what a creepy little girl. Hollywood seems to have hit a gold mine of a formula for conceptual pychological horrors. Take a normally cute blonde little girl, dye her hair dark brown and make her kinda psycho, and voila! Insta-horror! For just pennies a day you too can have your very own psychopathic goth child to cherish and love. Maybe I'm just unobservant, but I didn't see the conclusion of the movie coming... Oh, Robert De Niro. Not his best work, but he is damn good at playing psycho nutbags. Taxi Driver, anyone?)

sydneycat and I parted ways after the movie and on my way home I decided to stop at

morlock's again to pick up Volume 3 of Preacher and hug him... ended up scaring him half to death instead cause he wasn't expecting me over and he was talking to his mother at the same time. He handed me the phone at one point with the directive "Say hi" so I did... and had a nice chat with the lady. She kinda sounds like my mom used to on the phone, very sweet.

Hung out over there for a bit, cuddling with

morlock as he finished up his conversation. He started to play a little bit with my hair, so I took it down out of the two french twists it was in so he could play with it more. He combed it out with his fingers and even braided a little section in the front... wow, it's been years since I've sat at someone's feet and just had them messing with my hair. Mom might even have been the last one to do it for me. We kidded around a little about how black women lose all the nerves in their scalp by age six, and if there were any nerves left they're later removed by the inevitable relaxer burn. :) And also how whenever it was time to wash it that was usually when I crawled under my bed screaming in protest. Meanwhile I'm going all melty cause someone's playing with my head, and doubly so because... damn, what is UP with the hawtness of boys doing anything with your hair?

Anyway... that was nice. :) Put the boy to bed and tucked him in, and about 10 minutes later found myself in front of the Hadley P.O. for the second time today, waiting for the last bus to Northampton and waving around my backlit iPod when it arrived to make damn sure they saw me, since it's a wee bit dark at that corner and it's a wee bit chilly out tonight and I wasn't in any mood to walk home.

So that was my last, oh 40ish hours. Good to be home, amidst horrible, spoiled felines, though no one's currently home... don't really mind, it's just very quiet in the way that only empty houses have, you know? So I might have a cocoa and go to bed soon.

Oh, one thing crazy speaker with ukelele guy mentioned yesterday was to write down five things you're grateful for every day... I usually take such lectures with a grain of salt, but hell I feel like it tonight so... here are my five for today:

I only have to split our bathroom with two other people and occasionally one very gross boycat
we finally pulled off the little plastic lever thing at the bottom of the office coffeepot so that we can brew coffee without having the filter overflow and flood everything with coffee and loose grounds. Joy.
that I can see cheesy, cheezy horror movies with sydneycat.
the fact that I can laugh about my jeans fly crawling open regularly of its own accord all day
some seriously crazy person painted "all your base are belong to us" on the railroad bridge between Northampton and Hadley. You can see if if you're crossing the Coolidge Bridge on the bus. It makes me smile every time.