ruin everything why don't you?

it was an action packed afternoon, in spite of it being overcast by the worst weather i have ever seen. leftover pizza and most of the first season of gilmore girls. have i mentioned how much i love that show? then there was the weird email exchange and, of course, there were chocolate covered raisins, which i love almost as much as gilmore girls. i kept on eating way past the point that i felt completely sick.

anyway, i went to bed feeling totally disgusting and very tired, having not showered in a LONG time, but i woke up a new woman. actually, i wasn't really a new woman until i finally took a shower.

no really, there's a story here.

so i looked around at my wrecked apartment- how can you make such a mess when you've spent the ENTIRE DAY on the couch?- and decided that i'd wash the dishes, coffee pot included and make some coffee. then i compromised and said that if i washed all the dishes i could go out and buy coffee. poised in front of the sink, i looked down at the zillions of dishes and thought, to hell with this, i'm going out for my coffee. i mean afterall, it's thanksgiving.

then things got better.

i step outside in my satisfyingly grubby outfit (i've been taking great pleasure lately in going out dressed like a total slob) and discover that there is a lovely surprise blanket of snow covering everything. really, it was very pretty and suddenly life was good again. i think to myself, it's thanksgiving. i'm all alone in chicago, that's true, and my dad is in berlin (though presumably not doing the cool punk things that i'd be doing if i were in berlin) and my mom and brother are together in our home town and it's nearly sub-tropical climate. however, i'm sort of digging this young single adult alone for the holidays thing. PLUS, i get to have my thanksgiving dinner at the country club with my friend and her husband with the assurance that he's the third wheel, not me.

things are looking up.

plus, i can totally justify the fancy pants latte.

man it's taking me a long time to get to the punchline... so i'm walking along in my rodeo t-shirt (under many layers of winter clothes), with a lovely view of the half-block of snow covered sidewalk between me and the coffee shop, when i look down and see, smiling up from under the ice and the snow, a codom. for crying out loud.