Tips for Finding Happiness in Your Daily Life
12 years ago
Sunday, April 29, 2007
An Irony
It's when i've extinguished a scented candle when i detect the fragrance for lingering minutes.
Newscast
By now everyone must've heard about the freak accident on the McArthur maze this morning that caused the meltdown and collapse of a large chunk of the 580 portion of the interchange.
Coming home from Denisse's, i had to hit the maze. I talked to Denisse about taking surface streets down to Oakland before entering 880, but she insisted traffic couldn't be that bad...
"If you leave now."
OK, OK, i get it. She has a hot date. She wants me out of there.
So yeah starting near the 13 interchange, traffic slowed down. We were crawling for about a mile. Then we were just inching... stop and go. For another mile and a half.
But really it could've been worse, considering. Thank goodness for my awesome iPod playlist that takes me way back, so i don't need to dwell on the present.
The coolest of all: I drove by the wreck, up close and personal. It was one of those butterfly ramps, probably 2 or 3 stories high. You can see the steel sticking out of the cement all discolored from the conflagration. This is the kind of damage you don't see unless there's been a major earthquake. I can't imagine the blaze.
It is human to have morbid fascinations with destruction and demise.
All this mess that's gonna affect hundreds of commuters for months to come, and the driver survived, hailed a cab and got himself to a hospital?
I wonder if they're gonna screen the flowers and balloons that he receives from anonymous well-wishers.
I can just picture this guy walking into a bar, and some tough guy confronting him, "So... You're the one who fucked up the maze, huh?!"
OMG, the guy will never drink in public again!
Coming home from Denisse's, i had to hit the maze. I talked to Denisse about taking surface streets down to Oakland before entering 880, but she insisted traffic couldn't be that bad...
"If you leave now."
OK, OK, i get it. She has a hot date. She wants me out of there.
So yeah starting near the 13 interchange, traffic slowed down. We were crawling for about a mile. Then we were just inching... stop and go. For another mile and a half.
But really it could've been worse, considering. Thank goodness for my awesome iPod playlist that takes me way back, so i don't need to dwell on the present.
The coolest of all: I drove by the wreck, up close and personal. It was one of those butterfly ramps, probably 2 or 3 stories high. You can see the steel sticking out of the cement all discolored from the conflagration. This is the kind of damage you don't see unless there's been a major earthquake. I can't imagine the blaze.
It is human to have morbid fascinations with destruction and demise.
All this mess that's gonna affect hundreds of commuters for months to come, and the driver survived, hailed a cab and got himself to a hospital?
I wonder if they're gonna screen the flowers and balloons that he receives from anonymous well-wishers.
I can just picture this guy walking into a bar, and some tough guy confronting him, "So... You're the one who fucked up the maze, huh?!"
OMG, the guy will never drink in public again!
Another Bonnie In My Book
My cousin JY used to be like the little sister i never had. She adored me. Thought i was the coolest. She was one of my best friends.
The magical summer when she was 18 and i was 22, we'd get tipsy on champagne in mini bottles - you know, personal size - and have great talks and great laughs. We'd stick our heads out of the moonroof of our family van while my Dad drove, yelling, "Woo hoo!" all the way home from an evening of drinks. It was no limo, but it was fun.
Boy is my alcoholism a long way comin'.
JY and i grew apart over the years. I get frustrated. When she laughs, she tries not to show her teeth - her white, close-to-perfect teeth. She covers her mouth, and tries to keep it down. OMG, we used to laugh our asses off. We didn't care where we were, or who was looking. Now she's all ladylike and demure. Fuck. And she watches what she eats and how much she eats, like a hawk. And she doesn't eat meat any more. Or cuss. And she thinks ordering a cocktail at lunch on Saturday is blasphemous... She's just not the fun, real person i used to know.
Just now I realized i hadn't mentioned her on here since 11 months ago.
Today i dreaded having to return her call. But i did. Cuz despite it all, i do still love her like the little sister i never had.
JY asked if i planned on visiting my parents in Asia in the near future.
"I'm not feeling it... that i wanna go," i said.
"It would be good if you would visit them," she said.
"I know," i tried to explain. "I'm just saying i don't feel the desire to go."
"It would be just a week or two," she responded.
"Yes," i said. "But i'm trying to stay honest. I simply don't have the desire."
"But it's only a week or two!" She insisted.
OMG. That's when it hit me again. We're on different wavelengths now. I answered her question. I see she could not process my answer. She could not compute the information i was emitting.
When you don't want to see someone, even a second is too long.
The magical summer when she was 18 and i was 22, we'd get tipsy on champagne in mini bottles - you know, personal size - and have great talks and great laughs. We'd stick our heads out of the moonroof of our family van while my Dad drove, yelling, "Woo hoo!" all the way home from an evening of drinks. It was no limo, but it was fun.
Boy is my alcoholism a long way comin'.
JY and i grew apart over the years. I get frustrated. When she laughs, she tries not to show her teeth - her white, close-to-perfect teeth. She covers her mouth, and tries to keep it down. OMG, we used to laugh our asses off. We didn't care where we were, or who was looking. Now she's all ladylike and demure. Fuck. And she watches what she eats and how much she eats, like a hawk. And she doesn't eat meat any more. Or cuss. And she thinks ordering a cocktail at lunch on Saturday is blasphemous... She's just not the fun, real person i used to know.
Just now I realized i hadn't mentioned her on here since 11 months ago.
Today i dreaded having to return her call. But i did. Cuz despite it all, i do still love her like the little sister i never had.
JY asked if i planned on visiting my parents in Asia in the near future.
"I'm not feeling it... that i wanna go," i said.
"It would be good if you would visit them," she said.
"I know," i tried to explain. "I'm just saying i don't feel the desire to go."
"It would be just a week or two," she responded.
"Yes," i said. "But i'm trying to stay honest. I simply don't have the desire."
"But it's only a week or two!" She insisted.
OMG. That's when it hit me again. We're on different wavelengths now. I answered her question. I see she could not process my answer. She could not compute the information i was emitting.
When you don't want to see someone, even a second is too long.
Quote 27
The fact is, if I don't keep busy with these trivial things, I think I might start to cry.
- Gregory House, "Paternity", House
- Gregory House, "Paternity", House
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Deep Thoughts (Not By Jack Handey) 6
Nothing makes me happier than 79° weather. That, and looking good in a mini.
(Skirt. Not Cooper.) : )
(Skirt. Not Cooper.) : )
Black Birds Have Spoken 2
I wake up at 6:55 with much anxiety.
There are mother's day cards to buy. I totally forgot till yesterday. I need five.
Should i bring Mom's over for my brother to sign? Does anyone even care? My sis-in-law had the flu last weekend. I wrote to ask if she was better. Given, it's not the same as a phone call, but would've been nice to get a reply. I've even lost the desire to see my nephews now. It scares me.
The fuckers never delivered my magazine this month. I emailed customer service. They said to call USPS. Call? Never! Takes a lot out of me just to send an email... So i sent an email to USPS. Haven't heard from them. Probably should run out and buy that magazine even though i subscribe to it, and pay 4 times as much. It's either that, or have nothing to read this month. Damn it!
I get up at 7:11 and peek out my patio door to catch a glimpse of sunrise.
Let the day begin! The alcohol won't buy itself.
There are mother's day cards to buy. I totally forgot till yesterday. I need five.
Should i bring Mom's over for my brother to sign? Does anyone even care? My sis-in-law had the flu last weekend. I wrote to ask if she was better. Given, it's not the same as a phone call, but would've been nice to get a reply. I've even lost the desire to see my nephews now. It scares me.
The fuckers never delivered my magazine this month. I emailed customer service. They said to call USPS. Call? Never! Takes a lot out of me just to send an email... So i sent an email to USPS. Haven't heard from them. Probably should run out and buy that magazine even though i subscribe to it, and pay 4 times as much. It's either that, or have nothing to read this month. Damn it!
I get up at 7:11 and peek out my patio door to catch a glimpse of sunrise.
Let the day begin! The alcohol won't buy itself.
Reprise
In response to saw's comment to my previous entry:
I'm a pill-popper. But that's beside the point. Did the piece not come across as sarcastic and self-deprecating?!!
It's not as fun if you have to explain it. But, for the record, there is no bubble. LOL.
I'm a pill-popper. But that's beside the point. Did the piece not come across as sarcastic and self-deprecating?!!
It's not as fun if you have to explain it. But, for the record, there is no bubble. LOL.
