Escucha! As of today, I've disovered that I enjoy eating pluots! I drink massive amounts of coffee and I over-indulge in chocolate sometimes... just 'cuz I feel like it. I also love eating jicama, particularly during the Summer for some reason. I have a propensity for displaying unorthodox (read quirky) behaviour and making strange declarations about life and popular culture. I am O.C. about certain things and they simply must be a specific way. When my space is involved, I am a control freak. If I'm lucky enough to ever get hitched, I will be Bridezilla incarnate and so have opted to elope. A lot of times, I do things in the same order... it's easier this way. I don't like processed cheese and am partial to purchasing and eating local produce. I'm very hyper-aware of the smallest details and it can be quite annoying at times. Although I'm usually having breakfast or dinner for one, I like to arrange my food so that it looks really pretty. The little details matter to me. I don't like most Californian wines but am warming up to a few brands. Lay off, because I have no desire to learn how to drive and want to continue to live in rented apartments with picturesque windows. I only want to buy a beautiful cottage in an exotic country or on an island. I don't like the beach. I don't mind tan lines, though. Sometimes, I like to incorporate foreign words into my sentences, vous me comprenez? I get to practice my limited foreign language skills this way. I enjoy hearing loud, raucous laughter and don't like it when strangers try to hold conversations with me, early in the morning. Small talk interrupts my thoughts and puts me in an agitated mood. I like to pretend not to eavesdrop on people's conversations. When I'm alone, and a happy memory crosses my mind, an overwhelming sense of nostalgia washes over me, and I start crying... happy tears. Don't tell me to "smile", because it irritates me. There's nothing to smile about. Did you crack a joke?
The world is crazy. I am not. That's it.
One foot in front of the other...
July 16, 2006
Escucha! As of today, I've disovered that I enjoy eating pluots! I drink massive amounts of coffee and I over-indulge in chocolate sometimes... just 'cuz I feel like it. I also love eating jicama, particularly during the Summer for some reason. I have a propensity for displaying unorthodox (read quirky) behaviour and making strange declarations about life and popular culture. I am O.C. about certain things and they simply must be a specific way. When my space is involved, I am a control freak. If I'm lucky enough to ever get hitched, I will be Bridezilla incarnate and so have opted to elope. A lot of times, I do things in the same order... it's easier this way. I don't like processed cheese and am partial to purchasing and eating local produce. I'm very hyper-aware of the smallest details and it can be quite annoying at times. Although I'm usually having breakfast or dinner for one, I like to arrange my food so that it looks really pretty. The little details matter to me. I don't like most Californian wines but am warming up to a few brands. Lay off, because I have no desire to learn how to drive and want to continue to live in rented apartments with picturesque windows. I only want to buy a beautiful cottage in an exotic country or on an island. I don't like the beach. I don't mind tan lines, though. Sometimes, I like to incorporate foreign words into my sentences, vous me comprenez? I get to practice my limited foreign language skills this way. I enjoy hearing loud, raucous laughter and don't like it when strangers try to hold conversations with me, early in the morning. Small talk interrupts my thoughts and puts me in an agitated mood. I like to pretend not to eavesdrop on people's conversations. When I'm alone, and a happy memory crosses my mind, an overwhelming sense of nostalgia washes over me, and I start crying... happy tears. Don't tell me to "smile", because it irritates me. There's nothing to smile about. Did you crack a joke?
The world is crazy. I am not. That's it.
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whatchoo mean you dont like the beach?
oh coffey!!! I KNEW from day one that i stumbled across your blog, that we are soul sistas. and we even dont have to necessarily like each other once we meet in person. but i so totally can relate to your declarations, escuchame! i subscribe!
first of all: the beach. i don't get it. how can people enjoy lying at the beach and get their brain fried? no idea. i like sleeping under a tree in the sun though, when there is a fresh breeze. i feel you on the topic of small talk and people who try to talk to you. i mean, there is nothing wrong when I WANT a chat, and yes me too, i make the strangest remarks about life and what not, i am notorious for that.
it can happen that out of the blue i will enthusiastically ask someone whether they know how the bookmarks puff away in clouds when you draw them away from the dashboard on your mac. it makes me happy. hahaha. well yeah, and me too, sometimes i just start crying or smirking or laughing out loud when i am overwhelmed by memories....
and i like the cheese the way you like it but unfortunately i didn't find the right order to go about my doings yet, so i am constantly trying to find a routine but hey, i still have time, have i grandma ;-) (so now please don't get offended okay! tee-hee)
well well. it s a delight to read your declarations. it's none of my business but so right down my alley that i leave with a big huge grin on my face.
i sure would bother you though in the morning at the busstation with a weird remark ;) but maybe you'd like that.
hmmm. your needs are few. what we need is a video camera and a day in Coffee's life. should make interesting viewing. tan lines. yup always looks delicious.
Bridezilla? as in mr. groom between your huge sharp-teethed, crunching jaws? uhhh
Ah yes the qwirks that make life grand...I have a habit of eating each portion on my plate in a clockwise order and not mixing them. A saying I love: The world is crazy I'm going sane.
Coffey, I always love to read your blog and I normally don't comment. But I feel inclined to comment on the last part of this one. I think there's a lot for you to smile about. You're healthy, you're not homeless, you have a job, no matter how much you don't like it, you have food to eat-no matter how little it may be :). You have both feet, both hands, you're not blind, deaf and you have a family that loves you very much, need I go on...
-Love KLJ
lol @ KLJ, No, you needn't go on. I realize all of this. I'm frustrated, we're all entitled to go ARGGGGH!! Every once in a while. But I agree with you wholeheartedly.
P.S. I know who you are. ;o) I mean, how could anybody else possibly know howf barren my fridge and cupboards are. hahaha.
*insert me scowling angrily @ Brandon*
You are making my pimp hand itch with anticipation of meeting your face. hahahaha
Coffey:
Learn to drive! It makes renting a jeep in
St. Barts much easier with your millionaire toyboy.
Thank you.
Cokemonkey.
cokemonkey, the millionaire boytoy can do the driving, or one of his minions. ;o)
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