March 23, 2006
Goodness
I realized that I haven't been at this diary thing very long, yet it's already turned into a complainey whine-fest. Work is craptastic. You get it.
In the interest of "fair and balanced" reporting, let's have some examples of goodness in the life of metanephros:
- Mr. Meta: CD is the greatest, rockinest husband ever. He's put up with my mood swings and generally surliness for many moons, and he's fucking adorable. He has a dimple. He knows so much useless crap, and he wields his intelligence like a mighty sword. He is sweet as all get-out and he scoops the shit out of the cat box - no small favor, considering the size of the shits made by a 27-pound cat are considerable indeed.
- Chipotle: I am eating the best burrito right now (which, incidentally, was hand-delivered to me by CD, who took time out of his lunch break to bring it to me). I know they're owned by McDonald's or the majority of their stock is owned by McDonald's or whatever the hell... but the guac? I cannot stay away.
- Campus Ladies: I was watching with CD the other night, and I literally had to hold my crotch to keep myself from peeing with laughter. Barri is my soulmate.
- I now live about 400 miles away from my mother, and despite her promises, I'm sure she'll never visit.
- I just finished knitting CD the fucking best pair of socks ever. They are HUGE. And orange. And beautiful. He said they're like "sweaters for [his] feet." I would post a pic, but I'm too cheap to go Gold.
- I love food. And I can cook it. Like, well. When I'm not at Chipotle.
- Everything that's wrong with my life can be fixed. By me. I have to change what needs changing, and I just need to stop griping and do what needs to be done. I have some decisions to make, which is scary... but at least I have the choice to make them, right?
metanephros at 1:09 pm