Save Lando

so my sister celebrated her birthday a week late, well, the dinner portion of it anyway. and for some strange reason, the women in my family want to all eat at semi-fancy places. this time, she picked an urban italian eatery downtown. prices were about what i expected, and at least not quite as boggling as my stepmothers birthday dinners. it was a little strange though, as everyone around us made me feel like we didn’t belong. see, my family’s pretty easygoing. very casual, though i did see a jacket on one and a tie on another. this place had nothing but suits in it, and the only people under the age of 50 were all at our table. you could smell the geritol and snake-oil. seriously, it was like there was a fucking casting call for Murder She Wrote up in that piece.

3:1 she’s burning ants to death on that car. 1:2 she’s still looking for the rest of the food they left off my plate. that picture kind of reminds me of my great aunt, who, true to her roots, was visibly shaken when she was denied ranch dressing for her salad. she then was forced to eat spaghetti and meatballs, as she would not bow to those newfangled concoctions those wacky italians devised. the poor woman. keeping with a longstanding tradition, she and my uncle mocked the chosen eatery endlessly. i will have to put much more thought into my birthday meal, i will not stand for dissention in the ranks. maybe something classy, like lunch at a strip club.

Machismo spent most of the past weekend moving out. looks like he’ll be long come come next weekend. the apartment has been pretty quiet without him around. kind of lonely. it’s weird how that even if you don’t see someone you’re living with, you know they’re there. not that there’s no one here but me, its kind of depressing. strange, i know. i haven’t even ventured into naked time. some of that might to do with there still being a kitten with claws around. i’m not playing W.o.W as much anymore (waiting for warhammer online like a good little dork), and half thinking about giving it up for good. i’ve been reading, and cleaning up the house little by very little. trying to have it somewhat ready for loops when she moves in. but seeing as how that won’t happen for close to a month, i’m not exactly inspired to tackle labor asap. though i’m not exactly excited to sit around on my ass and watch billy madison for the 500th time this week.

it’s kind of weird. he called me at work last night just to talk for a few minutes while he was here at the apartment picking up things. i reflected on how this was the first time i’ve ever had a transition in roommate status and not had hard feelings about it in some way. the whole things been pretty seamless so far, and I still get to keep a friend. i guess there weren’t any hard feelings when J9 moved out, but he was actually committed, for the crazy, so it wasn’t a shock. in fact, it was pretty much a welcome thing, just meant i didn’t have to babysit anymore. i don’t mean that in a negative way, he just needed…a lot of help. think Machismo and i decided that we should hang occasionally, he’ll need it living where he is now. either that or i get to watch him on the news.

Loops and I did go out shopping last weekend. decided we were going to buy things that we need for the apartment. surprisingly, we needed dishwear. so we wondered around god-knows-how-many stores just browsing at dishes and bed stuff. she’s asked (told me) to be able to change the colors of the place, adding that its all too dark. apparently, grey is not a valid choice for the color of everything (i still say that’s incorrect. grey is perfect for everything). so not only my bedroom is about to change, the bathroom and spare bedroom are bound for new deco. don’t think i’ll have too much of a say in anything, as my idea of using nudie mag pages as wallpaper is likely to be shot down. its totally not for me. it’s the guest room (catbox room – woot!), its for them. shopping is exhausting, i’m not sure how people do it, i was toast by the end.