At this point in my life, or I suppose at this point in my week, everything seems to be evening out. All my concerns, hopes, and worries seem to be canceling each other out. And that's just fine by me. I don't seem to be thinking about anything. Not for more than a few minutes at a time, anyway. I just go through the day worrying about each moment as it passes. I stand in the subway, wait for the train, and don't do anything. I used to read a lot on the train. But now I'm perfectly content to just sit there and stare at whatever passes my field of vision. I don't know if I'm all that happy. But I'm certainly not too worried about all that much. Content, I'd say. And content is good.Okay, part of that last paragraph is bullshit. I was sort of on autopilot there for a while. But it's close enough to the truth. I am happy. Closer to content, really. Oh, let's just move on.
Anyway, I'm here at Jen's place, continuing my friend evaluations. Yesterday was Jen's day, but I got sidetracked. Anyway, today I just came here after work. I ran into her roommate Kelly on the 9 train on the way. Maybe the first time I've ever run into somebody randomly on the train. I grabbed a bottle of red wine on the way over, which had been the plan for yesterday. I sure do like the red wine. It's my favorite kind of drunk. Just a pleasant, mild, warm feeling. And, you know, I especially like the taste of red wine on somebody else. But that's not in the cards right now. Though I really do miss it.
My boss Kate stopped by briefly tonight as well. She's house sitting at a place around the corner, and Jen had called her yesterday, so she stopped by to chat for a bit. They had a little cook-off at the Parks building tonight. Her quesadillas came in third. Apparently the super mega-toilet at the apartment she's staying at is on the fritz. That toilet is really absurd. It's got a remote control, so you can heat the seat from afar. I didn't even bother with it. I just used the other toilet. But the place is totally phat. Though there's cat hair all over the place. Stunning view of the river though. It's probably the best apartment I've seen in this city.
So Jen just received her new computer camera. We've been fucking around with it for a while. She's pretty amazed by it. She wants us to come up with weird and funny scenarios and post pictures. She was saying something about putting her hair up and glasses on and dressing up like a secretary or something, and cataloging progressive states of undress. Actually, I may be making that last part up. I'm not sure. The wine, she affects the brain, no?
A River Runs Through It just came on TV. I really like this movie. I like movies about Montana in the early 20th century. Reminds me of college. I watched this movie a lot my freshman year, in the room of my friend Erin Rosencrans. A good girl that I miss, but sort of outgrew. But we'll always have that year, so it doesn't matter how long it is between our conversations. Somehow we're always still familiar friends. I'm pretty lucky.
So I'm going to try to take a few pictures of me and Jen. Let's see how that works out.
So here's a boat load of pictures of me and Jen Murphy.
Well, let's start with one of just me. that's me. I always pose stupidly. Or pose in stupid poses. There's a difference.
A bunch of me with Jen in the background.
Not sure why I included this one. Pure ego, I'm sure.
Jen thinks we have nice feet. She really wanted to take pictures of them. So here they are.
Jen is very excited to have pictures of her recently dyed red hair on the page. I'm not sure whose glasses I'm wearing. They were just sitting there. But don't Jen's eyes look nice? Sure they do. Who doesn't like blue eyes? No one, that's who.
