for lunch i went to this shady chinese takeout place right next to a chicken slaughter house. everything on the menu was around $2, and it seemed like the kind of joint the homeless would go to with their fistful of crumpled dollars and loose change in order to get cheap eats. i got the fried rice with curry chicken for $3 and ate as much as i could before tossing the rest away.
when i got home i was surprised to see a flourescent orange notice taped to the door. it was a warning citation from the city of cambridge, explaining that the bags of trash on the sidewalks in front of my house must be removed or they will fine me. here's the thing: those aren't my trash bags. i had a good idea who they did belong to though, my next door neighbor renee, who for some reason throws her trash in front of my house. i like how the city of cambridge tries to shame me into complying with the highly visible notice for all my neighbors to see. i'm probably going to be known as the "leaves his trash out on the sidewalk" guy. i wrote a note to renee and put it in her mailbox, "renee, do you know anything about the trash bags in front of my house? the city of cambridge is going to fine me. i know it was you renee, you've really let me down." that last sentence was make-believe.
4 pot cooking
lamb chops pasta
everything was finished just in time for the season finale of the apprentice, a show i've never watched before but a show julie (and her roommates, whom she was breaking their tradition by coming over to my place to watch it) had been following for a while. the two hour show seemed like an infomercial for trump incorporated. donald trump is just so ridiculous looking with that hair of his, the only reason why people seem to fawn over him is because he's rich. tremendous material wealth creates its own fame gravity. the show's also good if you want to see ass kissing at it's best, as the remaining two apprentice vie for trump's acceptance like two children trying to get daddy's attention and hopefully win his love.
i showed julie the flowering tea ball in a glass tea kettle. curious to know what exactly these things were called, she went online and did some research. they have a few different names, but the most common was "angel peach" tea balls ("angel" because of its beauty, "peach" because they're peach shaped). they were also expensive, some as much as $5 for a single ball. at another point during the course of the evening, julie went into the bathroom and played around with my supply of glitter (what, is it wrong to have glitter?), rubbing it all over her eyelids. i told her it'd be a long time before she could get all that stuff cleaned off, and she started to realize the truth as she noticed the flakes of red glitter on the front of her black turtleneck. and one more drama for the evening, my roommate came back to return my house key which he accidently took. this is significant because without that key, we wouldn't have been able to unlock the dead bolt on my front door so essentially we were locked inside the house but didn't realize it.
after julie was long gone, after all the dishes were done, after all the bedtime preparations were made, i looked at the thermostat. although set to 60 degrees, the house was at a cozy 70 degrees thanks to the warm weather earlier in the day. free heat!