The Wee Democracy

victory dance

after a positively dreadful monday, i was thinking it was going to be a shitty week. i mean, hell, i started tuesday on three hours sleep and with a full day of work to look forward to? yipee.

but, i did alright. and halfway through the workday, i skipped across the street to target and picked up the return of the king. keep your anti-dork jeers to yourself! those little hobbits were brave! i also decided what exactly to do for my mom for her birthday, which is tomorrow. anytime i decide what to get people as presents, i'm pretty happy about it.

sequiter. i like buying people little things. it's not because i'm trying to buy approval, or to make people like me. it's because i take some kind of vicarious joy in surprises. when i was a kid, i used to think and get excited thinking that maybe my mom would bring me a surprise present when she came home from work. maybe i wanted that because i wanted a sign that i was loved, which troubles me some, what with the whole materialism as love factor, but what can i say? i liked toys. so, sometimes i just like seeing the expression on the person's face. or just doing something without an expectation of a return.

wait, no, i'm an approval whore. and a liar, apparently.

back to tuesday...

so i went back to work, and then got off at five. i was tryin' to hustle out of the store when the bells rang, cause the bus was coming in like, two minutes, and i had to walk across the parking lot, and it's a long walk. so i head out, walk down the outside stairs and see the bus...rollin' away. shit, i say to myself...but i don't get too upset. i start back the other way, thinking maybe i can cut across the entire mall parking lot and get to the other stop -- it's maybe a seven minute trek.

jog, i say to myself, don't run, cause you'll just get winded and end up walking. so i jog, and i make it about 2/3's of the way there when i see the bus again, rollin' away again! but i don't get mad. i start walking, and i see another bus! then i run! and i make it and it's the 184.

the 184, i find out rather quickly, takes me far into downtown, where i can take a train, and it does so via the tollway, so it only takes like 20 minutes!

a train comes just as i sit down at the station!

a bus arrives ten minutes after i get off the train! i'm home in just over an hour, which is unfuckingprecedented!! victory is mine!!

what? what? 24 season finale?! don't mind if i do! another victory!!

today? what? success in buying my mom's presents? another speed-record breaking bus adventure? sure! why not?

the sopranos arriving in the mail? VICTORY!! VICTORY!! VICTORY!

huzzah!



feeling: happy
thinking of: how 'huzzah' needs to come back into common usage
song of the day: polyester bride - liz phair
you're lucky you even know me. you're lucky to be alive. you're lucky to be drinking here for free, cause i'm a sucker for your lucky pretty eyes.