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4.23.2006

last night a chickpea saved my life

mira, what a weekend.

i think we covered pretty much everything (im)possible in the span of the past 48hrs. parental calamity, a paper on language stereotypes, grocery shopping (twice), a couple of episodes of the facts of life, inflating the aerobed, several loads of laundry, deflating the aerobed... well, you get the picture- a schizophrenic soybean's big adventure.

but for the better part of today (sauf the brief food delivery to hyde park today which included j.mo's momma bringing 3 days worth of junkmail downstairs that she was 'scared to open' and sideshownanaphyllis so completely confused that she forgot she was confused over why anyone would think she should move into a nursing home) anyways, like i was saying- the better part of today was spent right here at our new place. and for the first time it felt like i was finally just hanging out at home. we just stayed put all day- it was gray and rainy out (ie almost May) and we were both beyond exhausted. i also had quite a bit of schoolwork to keep my ass anchored to the floor under the weight of the laptop (shut up, lys ;), but it was the perfect combo for a day spent at home. home, home, home. yes it's real. and no, citimortgage still hasn't turned up to take it all back.

last night a chickpea (or 40) saved my life- we had the most amazing indian dinner with the best little crew of peeps- so much fun, so much damn fine food and so much wine. it was the perfect complement to the otherwise trying/mildly traumatic marathon day that had just unfolded. j.mo's expose on the topic covers it all, so thankfully i don't have to-

as a side note- i just did a google image search for 'chickpea' so i could post a randomlyappropriate photo here. apparently the 10 pages of chickpeaporn google managed to roundup from the web couldn't possibly be enough to satiate my veganproteinimagingneeds, because under the first page of photos was this innocent suggestion:

Did you mean to search for: chicken

oh google, your beady little satellite eyes really do see/know *everything* yes, i confess- i really was looking for a nice juicy chicken shot- preferably all splayed out in jilly d's crockpot. my veganways have led me astray and once again google has shown me the path.

ok- i'm rambling. soon work will die down and school will be over until the next round in july. things are bound to calm down a little on the familyfront as well(knock on wood, toss some salt, hail mary)- big g is doing better tonight and mum has her surgery tomorrow- big money, no whammies. so once it's all good in the hood i'll get back to regular posts. in the meantime you're gonna get the occasional snipit from legumesgonewild vol2 and other random notes of sleep deprivation.

before i stop pretending to ignore the bed that is demanding some attention, i'd like to remind j.mo that he simply is my pb&j on whole wheat. and thank you everyone else for not leaving me to be raised by wolves- i've got some amazing friends that keep me humming on along, even whilst kneedeep in all things unpleasant, stressful and just plain 'ol tiring. and for that i am eternally grateful.

goodnight & biglove,

g

2 comments:

alyssa j said...

I read "clitimortgage".

g said...

was it your lazy eye or that lisp?