Things I determined yesterday:
* I do not like Rock Creek Rambler very much, due to his penchant for delivering gleeful facty bitch-slappings.
* If, before leaving my office, I throw on my gym clothes and put my hair into treadmill-ready funbuns, it is the law that I will run into her.
And she will look like this (adjusted for work/weather appropriateness):
And I will look like this (adjusted for three-dimensional appropriateness):
However, if the run-in occurs on K Street, she will hopefully be too busy, er, windowshopping, to notice what an affront I am to every sartorial philosophy that she holds dear.
* Getting back to my house after a long day only to discover that the valet still had my keys because I dropped the car off in the morning and my fiancé was picking it up is awesome and doesn’t at all make me want to yell expletives and hurl myself at the locked door like a cranky Honk Kong Phooey.
* Cracking open my new Dazed and Confused—Criterion Collection for the first time knowing that in fewer than 90 minutes I will hear Wooderson say, “If it ain’t that piece of paper it’s some other choice they’re going to try to make for you…cuz let me tell you this: Older you do get the more rules they’re going to try to get you to follow. You just gotta’ keep livin’ man. L-i-v-i-n,” is just the thing to soothe my jangled nerves. But even better is that in my excessively sleepy state, this was the last scene I remember seeing before drifting off:
And as I’ve otherwise gone absolutely nowhere with this post, let’s try to salvage it with a thought to carry us through the day, courtesy of last night’s cinematic feature:
Cynthia: If we are all gonna die anyway shouldn’t we be enjoying ourselves now? You know, I’d like to quit thinking of the present, like right now, as some minor insignificant preamble to something else.