Saturday of Beans

I didn’t think I would get around to writing today because my "diet" is making me very cranky. What’s my diet? It’s called the "broke as a mother-funker" diet. It basically, and obviously, means I don’t have money. Today for instance I took a very big step in my lifelong dream of becoming a hobo: I ate a can of beans. The only thing that could have made the experience more authentic is if I opened the can by using a jagged rock and ate it with a piece of tree bark. Maybe when I have another can of beans I’ll try it that way.

Just for the record, I’m not really on a diet. I love food, and when I get my next paycheck you can bet your ass I’m going grocery shopping. Steaks and cheesecake!

Oh, I didn’t end up working today. There has to be an accumulated 4 inches of snow on the ground before we will rent out skis, and I guess there wasn’t enough inchage (it’s a word now). It’s been snowing pretty steadily today (or, at least it was the last time I looked outside 3 hours ago), so there might be enough snow tomorrow. Did I mention that I tried the cross country skiing when I worked with Matt a couple of weeks ago? It was okay, but I was happy that he wasn’t sticking next to me because I slid around a lot. I only fell once, but it’s still nice to not have witnesses.

I’ve got this little bunny cup thing that was given to me as a gift on my last birthday. It was originally manufactured to hold saki I think, but I’ve been using it as a hard boiled egg holder. This is the cup:

I bring it up because my friend Renee suggested I create a drink called "The Bunny" that I only drink out of this little cup. However, I don’t really have the creativity or familiarity with alcohol required to invent something completely new and not hideous.  To demonstrate this: I like to drink pickle juice, and I’ve been thinking about the worst possible alcoholic drink ever. My conclusion: Pickle juice and gin with a splash of milk. Just sayin’.

Well, enough of that intellectual blabber.

I’m not really one to make New Years resolutions (since I consistently fail, and don’t like to force myself to acknowledge how much I suck unless completely necessary), but if I had one this year it would be this: I’d like to be more crafty, or have some kind of physical outlet for my creativity that doesn’t involve typing. When I lived in San Jose I attended a "craft party" with my supervisor and a few of my coworkers, and we ended up creating our own stuffed animals. This is the dude I created that day, Trogglie (short for troglodyte, because I like for teenagers to think I’m cool):

He’s growing chest hair, how charming. Anyway, at some point I’d like to buy the supplies needed to create siblings/enemies/bandmates for Trogglie. If I ever get around to it I’ll probably give people members of this unholy army as presents, if they’re interested. If someone would like one of these (though it will probably be different colors with different faces… different designs) you can let me know, though I’m not guaranteeing I’ll remember. I might make a list or something.

What else? Oh, since feng shuiing (it’s a word now) my room to coincidentally give me better luck in relationships, I’ve been having terribly long and detailed dreams about being in relationships with different people. There isn’t a lot of drama in the dreams, but I just want to remind my subconscious and the forces of the universe that LUCK IN DREAM RELATIONSHIPS DOESN’T COUNT. Seriously. Use a little of the karma (or whatever) I’ve been building up to send me a cool dude THAT EXISTS.

Anyway, I don’t have plans for this evening. I really want a hug for some reason, despite the fact that I hate to be touched by most people, but am not brave enough to put a "FREE HUGZ OMG" posting on Craig’s List just yet.