birthdays: study of a diet downfall
Nov. 15th, 2003 11:05 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideSo I'm sleeping in this morning, have ignored the alarm. Suddenly another buzzer goes off. It's the doorbell. Huh? So I crawl out of bed, and blearily respond to the intercom. It's FedEx. Continued confusion. I toss on some sweats, wrap my hoodie around me, praying thatCute Neighrborman doesn't make an appearance and pad on down. Huge box at front door. Enh? From Shari's Berries? WTF?
I wander upstairs, totally bemused. Sit on my bed and tear open the gift card. It's from Willi. OMG.
I remember an email yesterday with Willi frantically asking for my new address, ostensibly so her darling boyfriend Rob (an avid reader like myself) could send me his copy of Da Vinci Code (which I've been dying to read).
Willi's one of my best friends from the Bay Area. I had the best times with her. Wednesday nights she'd bring over our favorite chinese to my apartment and we'd watch a few weeks episodes of Sex in the City and then West Wing. We'd play tennis. Losing that was the worst thing about moving away from the Bay Area. A lot of people'll go out with you, it's hard to find people who'll just chill with you.
So continuing with my tearing-open-the-box, inside is an ice pack, keeping cool a dozen strawberries dipped in chocolate and extras. Coconut. Almonds. Chocolate chips. Double dipped. Bye bye diet, I'll be seeing you again on Monday. They're absolutely amazing and delicious and I feel a bit like Gollum, they're my preciousss and I don't want to share them. I should have one and save the rest for tonight's dinner, but I can't do that.
Now I feel like a complete shit. I didn't do a thing for her birthday back in September. We didn't do a thing for each other's birthday last year either, so I was completely blind-sided.
AND OF COURSE SHE'S CHANGED HER CELL NUMBER AND NOT TOLD ME AND I CANT REACH HER AT HOME --WAAAAH!!
What a delightful and unexpected way to start a morning. I just wish I could reach her.
WILLI: IF YOU'RE READING THIS -- I LOVE YOU!!!!!
I wander upstairs, totally bemused. Sit on my bed and tear open the gift card. It's from Willi. OMG.
I remember an email yesterday with Willi frantically asking for my new address, ostensibly so her darling boyfriend Rob (an avid reader like myself) could send me his copy of Da Vinci Code (which I've been dying to read).
Willi's one of my best friends from the Bay Area. I had the best times with her. Wednesday nights she'd bring over our favorite chinese to my apartment and we'd watch a few weeks episodes of Sex in the City and then West Wing. We'd play tennis. Losing that was the worst thing about moving away from the Bay Area. A lot of people'll go out with you, it's hard to find people who'll just chill with you.
So continuing with my tearing-open-the-box, inside is an ice pack, keeping cool a dozen strawberries dipped in chocolate and extras. Coconut. Almonds. Chocolate chips. Double dipped. Bye bye diet, I'll be seeing you again on Monday. They're absolutely amazing and delicious and I feel a bit like Gollum, they're my preciousss and I don't want to share them. I should have one and save the rest for tonight's dinner, but I can't do that.
Now I feel like a complete shit. I didn't do a thing for her birthday back in September. We didn't do a thing for each other's birthday last year either, so I was completely blind-sided.
AND OF COURSE SHE'S CHANGED HER CELL NUMBER AND NOT TOLD ME AND I CANT REACH HER AT HOME --WAAAAH!!
What a delightful and unexpected way to start a morning. I just wish I could reach her.
WILLI: IF YOU'RE READING THIS -- I LOVE YOU!!!!!
