My debt is now paid

So after 5 months, I finally got my hands on an XBox 360. I know this is 5 months past the "Whoa, you got an XBox? That is F-ing awesome" stage. It was meant as a Christmas present for Will, 5 months later, but he was deep into World of Warcraft. So imagine my suprise when he came home and says, "I was thinking about getting an XBox tonight" I say "You can't just go out there and get one... can you? You told me you didn't need it yet" and he replies "I'm burnt out on WoW" Music to my ears.

So into the car we go, and off to the suburbs, pick one up just like that, take it home, plug it in, and find out that the drive is bad. So this journey was repeated the next day. Drive home from work in traffic, get Will, Drive all the way back out to the town I work in through traffic, get XBox, eat come home in traffic.

What ever, now my debt to his XMas gift has been payed, and I'm off to play Tomb Raider.

Ciao

Rand-Rand

Hey Randy, you found me!

This is a shout out to my old pal Randy. He is the best friend of my ex-bf and became pretty much became my best friend during and after this relationship tanked (a year over due). Well Randy, blew me off for a poker game instead of seeing me off before my great move to Boston. Shame on you Randy. I think of you often and of the hours I would watch you play video games, and that time we spent 3 weeks hunting down the Fight Club sound track, only to find it in the mall in Manassas. Good times buddy, good times.

Drop me an email sometime doll, and I'll try to remember to do the same.

The Lunchtime Break

The comunity where I work is an odd one, and usually I see or experience something noteworthy everyday if I go out for lunch. So my thought is that I should begin to write them down. Why not right? They may not be very interesting but it's just a bit of the flavor that is Hingham MA. A very rich community that is intermingled with the not so weathly working class. I always sympathise with the working class, so when I see some rich house wife trying to make their life less about kids and housework and the fact that dear hubbie is diddling the secretary, I take notice. 

To explain yesterdays debacle at the local ForEyes will be an entirely different post, but one worth noting. 

But for this afternoon, my first post in ode to the lunchtime break will be about faux mother earth worshippers.

I'm leaving Whole Foods (because god forbid the uppercrusties build a normal grocery store,) with my mango smoothie in hand as a nod to the new spring feel in the air, I see a mother earther. She's got her hemp type woven bag over her shoulders, and her earthy flowing skirt and all the frills. But the thing that makes her special in my mind, is the fact that she's driving a big ol' mini van. You can't care about the earth and destroy it at the same time. So shame on you miss thang. Buy yourself a hybrid and then your earthen bag and flowing skirt will mean more than just you trying to appear caring and carefree.