god damn you, toony!!!

So my friend from college called me yesterday as I was heading out the door. It had been months since we'd last talked, so we had a lot of details to convey. Or she did, at any rate - my big news - my marriage - was straightforward and didn't take long to share. Hers, however, was long and convoluded and included the information that she is now working as a phone sex operator.


I have a friend who works as a phone sex operator.


Pretty much still recovering from that one.

Anyhow, I'm home alone now. Home-home. And being home-home is weird, because everything has changed in ways I can't control, and driving around and feeling this weird sadness tinged with of-course-ness, I realize that despite my deep and abiding disgust for so many aspects of it, my hometown is, like it or not, part of who I am. So I'm realizing how much this stupid place means to me as it's changing irrevocably. Both ends of the stick turned out to be short.


Also, and this is kind of alarming, I can't seem to stay out of the new Super Target. I go there all the time. And when I'm not there, or en route there, I'm thinking of reasons to be going there. Being at home makes me want to buy small colorful disposable things. Lighters. Barrettes. Pens. Notepads. Lotion. Plastic figurines of Sesame Street characters. Jewel Cases. (mmm, jewel cases.) Chapstick. Dog toys. Pop Tarts. Plastic rings. Peanuts. Hair bands. Magnets. Pushpins. Digital thermometers. CANDY. Stickers. I've held out admirably, but tomorrow is another day.