500 miles

our kitchen counter is covered in green giant cans of corn for tomorrow's first thanksgiving meal of the day (taking place at the bizzare time of 11 o'clock in the morning). actually, that's today, isn't it? how did thanksgiving get here already? hm, it seems as if i did other things today besides dream about the scantily clad green canned vegetable mascot... right.

so many things have changed here at home, but so far catching up has been plain old nice without the usual overload of muttled up emotions. this morning i woke up to find that kate had crawled into bed with me. hell yes we spoon and we're cute, but really, i'm confident that she simply enjoys torturing me by waking me up in the worse ways possible. oh, i know something that's changed. "my" car (under debate when my sister claims it) has transformed its identity and now features multiple handmade CDs by kate herself that should be titled: now that's what i call orgy music vol. 40! they're not even the good grind-y songs that you can sing along to, geez. and so it is, i resort back to the gag-worthy but addicting delilah show on Y105.

i am thankful and so proud of ROCHESTER because it totally dominated the "didn't have midnight showings of RENT" city of CHICAGO on wednesday. that fact blew me away. yes for sing-along theaters at the wee hours! please, everyone go and experience that at least once. speaking of movies, guess who was possibly cool enough to see three movies in theaters within the last 24 hours?

i am also thankful for good old-fashioned blistex, fleeting feelings of worldliness, and love.