Other musings

[teaberryblue]

For Christmas, my cousin, Eliza, among other things, got me a body spray called "Miso Pretty."





Aside from the obvious offensiveness, and the fact that it was made in the USA with fake Engrish on the bottle, I tried it tonight and was saddened to discover that it did, in fact, smell like peony scent and not delicious, salty, fermented soy.

It is disappointing. I thought I would be tasty. Instead, I smell like flowers.

Also, if you are at all familiar with New York City tenement houses, you will know about the anguish that is the middle of winter. Yes, it's the time of year when, to avoid lawsuits from letting old people freeze to death, the landlord has decided to pump up the heat so much that the inside temperature in my apartment is 82 degrees Fahrenheit.

I turned on the air conditioner in my bedroom to try to get it down to something in the 70s because last night it was so hot I couldn't sleep even without any covers.

I would also like to let you all in on a little secret. liret sometimes comes to visit me. That is not the secret part. Every time she comes, she inevitably leaves something behind. She has left everything from her shoes to her computer cable in the past. But most frequently she leaves clothes. Sometimes, they are very nice clothes. This time, she left a blue, long-sleeved, ribbed shirt. This is not the secret, either.

The secret is that someday, I will start wearing these clothes, because some of them are very nice clothes.

But for now, I will save them for her inevitable return, like Christ's inevitable resurrection. I mean, how much would it have sucked if Jesus had come back and Mary had been like, shit, sorry, I threw out your jalapeño boxers?

I've decided I think I am going to try to record more sort of train-of-thoughty type stuff. Sometimes I am like, ooh, that would be fun to write about, but then I think maybe no one would really want to read it. But I think I learned that it is more important to write what I would like to write about than to worry about what other people want to read about. I think it's bad when people's journals get to be things that they are writing to please the people reading them. The only thing now is remembering what I would like to say! I think that in the end, years from now, I will be happier to see these recorded thoughts than I would if I look back and only see memes or something.

Comments

[mel06.livejournal.com]

LMAO JALAPENO BOXERS. WHAT.

[teaberryblue.livejournal.com]

Those are his favorites! Second favorite are the ones that say HOT STUFF with flame details on the crotch.

[kikithepirate.livejournal.com]

Also, if you are at all familiar with New York City tenement houses, you will know about the anguish that is the middle of winter. Yes, it's the time of year when, to avoid lawsuits from letting old people freeze to death, the landlord has decided to pump up the heat so much that the inside temperature in my apartment is 82 degrees Fahrenheit.

UMMM IT SOUNDS LIKE I NEED TO LIVE IN NYC, THAT IS MY PERSONAL VERSION OF HEAVEN. Seriously, I know it's totally fucked up, but I kept my thermostat at around 80 or 82 all last winter. I prefer to walk around in my underwear at all times and I sleep with two comforters, even in the dead of summer.

[teaberryblue.livejournal.com]

Oh, god, it is making me DIE OF THE HEAT. I am walking around in my undies right now.

[henpecked.livejournal.com]

God. My apartment is 84 degrees right now so we have all our windows open! This is ridiculous. I HATE BEING HOT.

[teaberryblue.livejournal.com]

My problem is that my only windows are the ones with the ACs in them, or I would SO have the windows open. And I woke up all congested this morning. :-(

[marvelouspatric.livejournal.com]

actually, Jesus is far more upset that his mom threw away all his old comic books. I mean, he had Samson #1! Of course, not nearly as bad as that time Mary found all those copies of The Garden of Eden under Jesus's mattress....

[justatailor.livejournal.com]

I would kill for 82 degrees. Wanna trade apts? ;P

[dootsie.livejournal.com]

Are you saying that Jesus had some hot underpants?

Also, I think there needs to be a perfume that smells like a hole-in-the-wall sushi joint. It should've been Miso Pretty.

[teaberryblue.livejournal.com]

I KNOW. I was very disappointed.

And yes, you think Our Lord and Savior wears stained tighty-whities?

[dootsie.livejournal.com]

Actually, I sort of did imagine him as (ironically) a wearer of wife beaters. *shrug*

[teaberryblue.livejournal.com]

Hey, that doesn't preclude sexy, sexy bottoms!

[sparkly-stuff.livejournal.com]

Also, if you are at all familiar with New York City tenement houses, you will know about the anguish that is the middle of winter. Yes, it's the time of year when, to avoid lawsuits from letting old people freeze to death, the landlord has decided to pump up the heat so much that the inside temperature in my apartment is 82 degrees Fahrenheit.

So THAT'S why my building is boiling hot! :O This is the first winter I've spent in this apt, and I've had to turn off my heater and open a window because it feels like a sauna in here half the time. Sweet Jesus. I hate to complain because it's better than freezing, but at least now I know what's going on!

Oh, and hi there new friend!