walking on the moon
Mar. 31st, 2004 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
verbicideWell, it may as well have been.
Today I did something AMAZING. Brace yourself (especially you,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
merhawk). I was bored. I wanted to buy bananas and tomatoes (not to be consumed together, cause ICK). I had all kinds of mad energy. I decided to (here it comes) walk to the store (clash of cymbals, angels weep, etc).
Please understand, I'm from California. I drive to the mailbox at the end of my block. I can go out to Greenlake and do a decent 5k, but that's because it's exercise. The point of it is to get all sweaty. You don't walk to get someplace, or to run an errand. But today? Today I walked 20 blocks. With a bag full of groceries!! (hey, bananas are heavy!)
I'm still somewhat in shock. Was idly rambling withbrabble when the mad urge hit me. I looked outside my window, it was twilight, and the night was calling me out.
I quickly threw on some pants and my Sketchers and darted outside before the lazy Californian side of my brain could protest.
I did it! I did it!
It was kind of dark, so I was a bit apprehensive. While I'm a natural chicken, between the time I was pummeled by two upperclassmen on my way home after school in the 3rd grade, the rapist running free on my college campus junior year, and being scarily cornered by a lust-crazed Greek in Rome, I've been particularly cautious about solitary nocturnal expeditions. Where was Gavin de Becker when I needed him?
Yeah, I know. I should take a self defense course. I will. I will.
Anyhow, back to the joy! I grabbed my Nomad and zoomed over to QFC. I bought bananas, tomatoes, lettuce and cucumber and one small worshipful Hershey bar. Then I stopped by 7-11 since I forgot to buy diet pepsi and cigarettes.
I shed my Californian skin out somewhere around 65th. Don't get me wrong. I'm not about to sell Froggy (my car. yes it has a name. it is NOT a stupid name! shutup!) but it was exciting
Huh. Walking. To get someplace. Huh.
I got home sweaty and tired, ripped off all polar fleece items and nasty, hot sockses and sucked down half a diet pepsi and made quick work of the glorious Hershey bar. 6 points, 2 seconds. That's amore.
To further reward myself, I'm going to snuggle with Hobbes and read SiP. Yes. Again. New issue shipped today! Looking forward to how Terry Moore is going to take the story finally forward.
Oh that reminds me. I must introducedevinluvsrussia to it. She's a perfect candidate to join the obsession. Dev--remind me about this next we meet!!
Today I did something AMAZING. Brace yourself (especially you,
merhawk). I was bored. I wanted to buy bananas and tomatoes (not to be consumed together, cause ICK). I had all kinds of mad energy. I decided to (here it comes) walk to the store (clash of cymbals, angels weep, etc).Please understand, I'm from California. I drive to the mailbox at the end of my block. I can go out to Greenlake and do a decent 5k, but that's because it's exercise. The point of it is to get all sweaty. You don't walk to get someplace, or to run an errand. But today? Today I walked 20 blocks. With a bag full of groceries!! (hey, bananas are heavy!)
I'm still somewhat in shock. Was idly rambling with
brabble when the mad urge hit me. I looked outside my window, it was twilight, and the night was calling me out.I quickly threw on some pants and my Sketchers and darted outside before the lazy Californian side of my brain could protest.
I did it! I did it!
It was kind of dark, so I was a bit apprehensive. While I'm a natural chicken, between the time I was pummeled by two upperclassmen on my way home after school in the 3rd grade, the rapist running free on my college campus junior year, and being scarily cornered by a lust-crazed Greek in Rome, I've been particularly cautious about solitary nocturnal expeditions. Where was Gavin de Becker when I needed him?
Yeah, I know. I should take a self defense course. I will. I will.
Anyhow, back to the joy! I grabbed my Nomad and zoomed over to QFC. I bought bananas, tomatoes, lettuce and cucumber and one small worshipful Hershey bar. Then I stopped by 7-11 since I forgot to buy diet pepsi and cigarettes.
I shed my Californian skin out somewhere around 65th. Don't get me wrong. I'm not about to sell Froggy (my car. yes it has a name. it is NOT a stupid name! shutup!) but it was exciting
Huh. Walking. To get someplace. Huh.
I got home sweaty and tired, ripped off all polar fleece items and nasty, hot sockses and sucked down half a diet pepsi and made quick work of the glorious Hershey bar. 6 points, 2 seconds. That's amore.
To further reward myself, I'm going to snuggle with Hobbes and read SiP. Yes. Again. New issue shipped today! Looking forward to how Terry Moore is going to take the story finally forward.
Oh that reminds me. I must introduce
devinluvsrussia to it. She's a perfect candidate to join the obsession. Dev--remind me about this next we meet!!
