So this is Sunday and I have the Sunday rambles.
The only true currency in this bankrupt world is what you share with someone else when you’re uncool.
Indulge me, I haven’t done a stream of consciousness sorta thing in eons. We gotta have one every once in awhile, don’t we? Next week I promise to come back with some sort of thoughtful, well thought-out thoughts.
I am a golden god.
Today might go down in jodichromeydom as the most productive Sunday ever. Usually I spend my Sundays alternately masturbating, napping and reading. Yeah, it’s a rough life. But today, today was most productive. I went grocery shopping AND did the dishes. Yes, I did them both. Surprising, isn’t it? I might even clean the living room, but I don’t want to send my entire universe into shock.
Of course I’m home. I’m always home. I’m uncool.
In other news, I am watching ‘Almost Famous.’ This movie breaks my heart and makes me smile all at the same time. William Miller, he’s the teenage writer guy, is my hero. He’s just so vulnerable and honest. I like to think I can see a lot of him in me, but really that’s just more wishful thinking than I am willing to participate in. the movie is just uber-quotable and if I weren’t the only person I know whose seen it roughly 394,186 (yeah, I got it for Christmas) times, I’d quote it all the time. But now when I do it, nobody ever gets the reference. Pity me.
Right now the scene where they all sing ‘tiny dancer’ on the bus is on. How can this movie not make you just wish, wish, wish for something special in your life? I love this bus scene. It’s just so perfect. I think we’ve all had one of those moments, one of those unifying moments when you are with a bunch of people and everything is just so perfectly wonderful in that moment and you can’t even think because you are too wrapped up in the utter wonderfulness.
That’s what this movie is to me– a perfect moment of wonderfulness.
Is it that hard to make us look cool?!
In still other news, I went out on a culinary limb today whilst perusing the aisles of my local grocery hellhole.
First, I a little history:
I’m a finicky cookie connesiuer. I love cookies and I love it when companies don’t mess with my favorite of cookies, the oreo.
But the oreo has had to endure a heapin’ helpin’ of messin’ around. Poor, poor oreo.
There’s the double-spoojed oreo, reduced-fat oreos, spring-colored spooj oreos, chocolate-spooj oreos, fudge-covered oreos.
Usually, I’ll have nothing to do with this spooj-changing madness. I like my traditional oreos with a tall glass of milk. I have no time or tolerance for the differently-spoojed oreos.
Until today. . . today I succumbed to the great oreo marketing machine. I couldn’t resist though I tried valiantly.
They had fudge-covered, mint-flavored oreos. I snapped them off the grocery shelf before I even knew what I was doing. Those differently spoojed oreos were in my cart so fast my head spun.
I haven’t tried them yet. I am a little afraid. I was thinking of saving them for a special occasion (that occasion being the new episode of Dawson’s Creek on Wednesday). Maybe I’ll get lucky and have someone to share these minty, fudgy confections with.
Yes, I am most excited.
Now, I will put you out of your misery.