Second post of the day, and it's about food again. I've had a rocking food day. (There was sea salt on the tomato/feta omelette this morning, by the way. Mmmm. Sea salt.)
For dinner I had, wow, some amazing mozzarella wrapped with a slice of prosciutto plus yummy tomatoes and basil in balsamic/oil. The cheese was so. good. Oh, man. Delish. The entree was veal - good but nothing to exclaim about. But the dessert. Creme brulee cheesecake. I didn't choose it, and I didn't really think it would work for some reason. I was very wrong. It was just... creamy/sweet perfection, a lovely, balanced blend of two perfectly lovely desserts. And the crust. Don't know what it was, but I think I fell in love a little.
Also, the restaurant, which is new - first time there - is about five minutes from home. Mwah-ha-ha.
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The quiz said I was 63% punk/rebel. I really just was not.
senior high year
The upside was that I didn't have to have a room-mate the rest of the semester. Perfect for a loner like myself.
Roadrunners are neat. And quick. I've never managed to get a good picture of one.
Drama nerd 69%
Geek 44%
Prep/Jock/Cheerleader 44%
Punk/Rebel 31%
Goth 25%
Loner 19%
Ghetto gangsta 19%
Stoner 6%
I love that "Geek" and "Prep/Jock/Cheerleader" tied for second place. Also, "Drama Nerd" should probably be more along the lines of "Arts Nerd."
I saw roadrunners today. Running on the road! Away from my car!!!
So very cool! I once had a coyote cross the road in front of my car, but no roadrunners. I know which I'd prefer.
Anybody here?
See Nutty worry needlessly. Worry needlessly, Nutty, worry needlessly!
I have packed much, and then got fed up with it and have several mostly-organized piles for morning. Due to Flatmate Space-Cadetry, I ended up packing and cleaning the vast majority of the public space (especially kitchen). Thus I feel justified in forgetting to handle any of the bills being transferred till, you know, today.
The dust bunnies are legion. Nothing like moving to bring out one's obsessive-comulsive traits. That goes double when Careful Bob the Muppet is one's new landlord, a man who wears his anal cleanliness on his sleeve. I think I foresee renaming Careful Bob as Scooter, what do you think?
The Red Sox game is in the 7th now, and all game long the broadcasters gaga about a potential Manny trade. Very irritating. At least we are winning (knock wood). The pitcher on the mound is Chad Bradford, a guy who looks like he is skipping rocks rather than pitching baseballs, and with a name like that he always earworms me with the rhyme about Yon Yohnson who lives in Wisconsin.
Also, you're going from creepy basement Bob to careful muppet Bob? I presume that's an improvement.
I think the subtraction of creepy is always a good. Whether careful muppets cause their own issues is up to question.
Also, it will be nice not to have screaming-at-each-other-in-Portuguese neighbors on one side, and idiot college boys who party at 2am on the other side.
Late start to the day. I did manage to get out and make it to Home Depot & there I got the pipe fitting I needed to reconnect my kitchen sink, and a new light fixture for my dining room (which meant a new non-dimmer light switch). I was able to do the sink fix with only a little difficulty, but I was thwarted in my attempt to change out the wall switch - it won't turn on now and I've rechecked the wires three times. Looks like I will be returning the combo light switch/outlet and getting a straight light switch. BASTARDS! It makes me want to scream EAT IT BOB VILLA! which really makes no sense.
Anyhoo, with the sink re-connected I was able to run the dishwasher and that makes me happy.
OMG the frat boy neighbors are singing along to something susiciously Tom-Jones-like. At volume = 11.
How glad am I to be outta here?
