i've never been the stereotypical pms-ing, cranky "i need chocolate" type of woman, but today i'm coming dangerously close. i'm going to curl up in front of the tv in my pajamas, blankets, and pillows with a book (so i can have the option of watching hbo, the food network, or reading nabokov), but instead of chocolate i want a pint of wholefruit pineapple sorbet. i don't have any cash and i can't rationalize paying for something that cost 4$ with my debit, so i'm going to have to settle for chocolate ovaltine and cigarettes. my lack of sorbet is probably irritating me a lot more than it should.
i saw thank you for smoking today with mark. good movie. i kept wanting someone to light up, but it never happened. i also sulked around borders because i couldn't convince myself to spend 30$ on a hardcover i wanted. i hate bookstores. i'm going to buy everything offline now...it's cheaper and less torturous. the borders experience was not a complete waste because i think some guy was flirting with me. i use the phrase 'i think' because it seemed completely illogical for this guy to be talking to me. he looked like a hunky model from one of those nauseating abercrombie and fitch ads: tan, ripped jeans, tight t-shirt, gel spiked hair. the only thing out of place was the palahniuk novels in his hand. sorry for stereotyping. he grinned at me as i leafed through anais nin and i probably gave him some confused look. he asked me if i read palahniuk and i told him i recommended lullaby and diary, basically because that's all i've read by him. he commented on the hardcover i was clutching. tall, handsome men shouldn't be able to read. or wear cologne.
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