more consumerism than you can shake a stick at

stop shaking your stick, trying to prove me wrong. tsk tsk. seppo is listening to the streets’ “original priate material“, and it’s driving me insane because the main guy’s voice reminds me of some other singer, and i can’t remember. the more i hear their music, the closer i feel like i am to remembering who they sound like, but i’m really no more closer to it. oh well. i do have to say, i like their sound.

i’m finally placing my crockpot order with amazon, so i’m placing an order for seppo for that cd. and what the heck, i’ll get another cd for myself too: “the commitments: original motion picture soundtrack“. that andrew strong was incredible. i can’t believe he was sixteen years old in that movie. not only did he look like he was well into his thirties [heheh], but he sang like he had lived life, like each song was something he was ripping out if his heart to make you feel what he feels.

i am free as a bird

i soar through the skies, feeling the wind blow past my cheeks, gently ruffling the ends of my hair. the air lifts me up, making me feel weightless, careless. my body is a feather, not a care in the world.

all these clichés are presented to you in order to express my happiness at having my last day at work. 🙂 monday, i go back to the office in order to have my exit interview. i will probably go back again after that to turn in my laptop and clear stuff off my old computer.

i’m feeling pretty dang good.

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today, seppo’s parents, seppo, and i went to angelfish again. we went last saturday with them since seppo’s dad was in town, and we all liked it quite a bit. here is a review from epinions. i tried monkfish for the second time ever. the first time, in a different restaurant in the city (possible deep blue?), i had a teeny piece about the size of a pea and didn’t get a real feel for the taste. today, i had two giant pieces. it was incredibly creamy, without any sort of lingering unctuousness. and i find that i am a big fan of hamachi. this is quite a shocker for someone who, until moving to CA, hadn’t eaten fish (barring tuna) in a good ten years, due to some adolescent trauma involving one too many fishing trips. heh.