cheese to sickbay!

did you know there is a tangletown in minneapolis and a tangletown in seattle? according to the powers that be of wikipedia, those are the only two locations. how 'bout that?

housemates are leaving town and coming home, the living room is still a blanket fort, and my bike crash wound is healing into a nice little scar. i'm relearning how to spend quality time alone and trying not to take every damn thing personally.

i registered for the doula training course next month! it feels exciting and meaningful, two things i haven't felt much lately.

irritating customer of the day: this man who comes in periodically to buy confections for his superhero-maybe-fictional wife. here's what i know about her: she's german, she was the first ultrasound technician person in washington, she rock climbs, she's in her late 60s, she beat all the canadians in a big swimming race, she's retired, but gets paid $65 an hour when she decides to go to work, has a huge pension, and also huge boobs (but she had a reduction because she felt self-concious about them). and i'm a captive audience stuck behind the counter, forced to listen to him talk about how much money they have and his wife's breasts. "i married her because she was beautiful," he says, "but it turns out she had brains, too!" well, how lucky.

i also gave a tour to veterans and their families. one man said, "i'm curious about what the gender breakdown is of the company. i bet it's all women. because women loooovvveee chocolate. more than men." he laughed at his own stupid comment. you could tell he'd been rehearsing it in his brain. i took great pleasure in responding that originally in aztec culture, women weren't allowed to eat chocolate, as it was considered spiritually enlightening and strength-building, thus there is no inherent connection between women and chocolate. the veteran wives really liked it when i said that.



ah, molesty chocolate wind.

have you ever tried to make a list of your top 5 pleasurable experiences? it's not an easy task.