Things I Dig

I have always liked the home section of department stores.  Also hardware stores.  

There's something about stuff for the house that really thrills me.  I get all excited and creative when I'm in the home section/hardware store.  Although getting excited about hardware sounds kinda durteh.  

Yesterday, I went to the mall with my bff, Sophie.  We had both been so busy that it was our first time to spend some actual relaxed time in a mall.  Is that pathetic or what?  It's so high school to get all giddy about going to the mall.  But that was the truth.

I treated myself to some home stuff last night -- bought me a red spoonula, a nice snowflake-pattered trivet, and not one, but THREE mason jars!!!  To store my tea, pasta, and other should-be-in-airtight-container stuff in!  Yeaaah.  Kid in a candy store.  Had to restrain myself!!!

Of all my friends, I just might be the one with the most equipped kitchen -- minus an oven, which I really would like.  I really miss baking and making roasts and shit.  Sigh.  

"When I'm big time," I told Sophie, "I will get me one of those fridges with a drawer freezer!"  "What's that?" she asked.  "You've never seen them?????  OMG, I gotta show you sometime in an applicance store.  It is awesome!!!"  Gog.  Fridges to me are now measures of success.

I wanna have a tricked up kitchen and a tricked out house, yo.

In other news, I dig new music.  That now being "gansta soundz," kind of ... to be politically incorrect about it.  

A new friend in the office, LT, lent me a (quasi) case logic of cds.  I've listened to Joy Division and his "bitch slap soundz," and have now moved on to "2pac, clutch, and shit" or something to that effect.  That's what it said on his cd anyway, written in his own funny but endearing chicken scrawl penmanship.  :P

We now call each other variations of "homie," "nigga," and "dawg," from what used to be "dude," "buddy," and "pal."  Oh boy!  

/Nigga finggas!

No offense to my black and/or politically frenz!

I am currently chilling on my couch listening to rap and sit.  I plan to bum and clean my house alternately ... wondering if I will ever have the energy today to drive to Bataan to visit my Pop.

Anyhoo.  Peace out.