Sunday, August 14th, 2005[Entry 371]no lyric...i lack an ipod!!!!!!!
Wedding last night was nice; the bride looked beautiful. The cake was pretty. There was a chocolate fountain. The reception was right on the water (er, Detroit River---does that really count as "water"?). I got mad within the first half, though: I got a glass of merlot before dinner. It was damn good. I took the first sip and was like, "mmmm!" Well, I dunno what the deal was...the heat...digested food...I had a little bit of wine left in that first glass and I was sooooo buzzed. I needed to pee and I could barely walk to the bathroom. So unfortunately free open bar didn't mean shit to me last night. "Just get me some water!"
Today I went half-ass hunting for a chair. Some furniture store that runs a contemporary store is remodeling so they were advertising this huge floor model sale. Yeah: in my fucking dreams. My dream chair was on sale for $1200. $1200! ON SALE! For a chair! I wish I didn't like nice lookin' things. That would make my life so much cheaper AND easier. Though I came to the realization: if I saw my couch in a furniture store, I would definitely pay $1000 for it. Not that that says much...but on my budget, $1000 is a lot. So that's just how much I love my couch.
I bought Coco a new mat for outside her litterbox. She doesn't like it: she puked on it.
By the way: she's also a shit. I was trying to take a nap on the couch before the wedding yesterday and she meowed and I didn't move...so she jumped on my legs, straddled one of them, and bit my leg! I couldn't even believe it...
I finally found CranApple at Target...in Pontiac. The three Targets by my house no longer carry CranApple. Just all the stupid flavors. And not to drill down your throats further about Target's grocery prices...but the reason it's a big deal is because Ocean Spray Cran Juices are $2.54 regular price at Target---that's like a sale price at any other retailer. I refuse to pay $3.50+ a bottle. I drink CranApple like it's water.
Tomorrow is Monday. I'm actually looking forward to seeing whether or not my week will or will not be hell.
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