mordicai caeli (mordicai) wrote,
mordicai caeli

  • Mood:
  • Music:


yesterday after work, instead of going to the gym, i went up to where jenny works in chinatown. she'd given me pretty good directions (except i don't like "north" ever when trying to go somewhere) so it was no trouble at all. none! & you know, after i sat there for a few minutes, we went to amazing 66 for dinner with carla & robert. yo, i had the fattiest food ever. no, fatter than that. i mean, just soaking in oily fats to keep the fat in, otherwise it would sort of blob out through brownian motion & overwhelm your world. tons. of. fat. &. salt. we had a chicken filled with shrimp! a meal called "pork with salty fish, salty eggs, & salty pickles" which was precisely that, & jenny accidentally ate the fried egg yolk. yikes! after that, we went, despite my protestations, to a bar, a billiards club really, called tropical. which turned out to rule. i mean, the interior was a...grotto! the bathroom wall was a fishtank! they only serves beer, sake, & wine, so...we drank sake bombs all night? oh, did i mention we spent way too much chedder doing all of these ridiculous things? & robert put fucking nickleback or something on the jukebox once? the fucking hell! really, that tropical place was sly, & when they ran out of the sake carla & i was drinking, they gave us snifters of the good unfiltered stuff. not a bad evening this "sexy double date" thing! i tried to invent a day where we all get together & watch twin peaks but really, i just want to watch twin peaks all the time, with everyone. it is better than having friends. trust me! friends bail on you! twin peaks never will.

  • To Kill a Mockingjay.

    To Kill a Mockingbird by Harper Lee. I know, I said I wanted to be better at this then I didn't. Then that snowballed. Inertia! I'm going to…

  • The Seaearth.

    A Wizard of Earthsea by Ursula K. Le Guin. This is my treat for the holidays. Last December I discovered, thanks to fordmadoxfraud

  • "What do you read, my lord?" "Words, words, words."

    The fog of insomnia makings putting your thoughts in order hard. Makes it effort. So I've been sort of absent & silent here, I know. At least I've…

  • Post a new comment


    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.