at the iga in the beaches, they always have perfect avocados — ready to eat that very day, no waiting for it to ripen while you have guacamole dreams. when the cashiers ring them in, the computers spell avocados with 3 a’s. so now when i think of a perfect avocado, i spell it avacado. (and if you think the word too many times like i just did, it loses all meaning.)
what is going on? tash r. and i had a cocktail + Angel eve yesterday. we watched “lineage” — the wicked wesley-focused ep. where he deals with his lost–esque daddy issues. one of my fabbity fav moments in Angel on the roof at the end. booyah.
the third buffy comic comes out this week and i am uber-jazzed for it. also veronica mars returns but i may be out at trivia night with sarah d. if tash & i can pull together a team that includes a music genius. the return of Heroes was wicked for me. it means i won’t watch the bachelor in desperation anymore. thank jebus.
i started reading Veronica by Nicholas Christopher but will be putting it down to reread Joyland (a power pellet, a prize) for book club. in case you wondered. i know you didn’t.
many of my pals are in the final days of a year at schule: so to them, good luck and/or congratulations. i’ve been thinking lately how i miss doing math and science. that and being underwater. things i enjoyed immensely in days gone by that i rarely do now. easily remedied i know — go for a swim and pick up a workbook to teach myself long division.
ah one more thing. i was reading my high-school/first yr journal booky the other night and came across this scrawled in a corner: “He had been warned that Paris was full of dangerous rivers.” I think it was on a postcard of a man standing in a shark-infested flooded paris street. At all familiar to anyone? it was really a good postcard (as you can tell from the description). i wish i could find it.