My god, what have I done?
Feb. 25th, 2010 12:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stillsostrangeA lovely run walk this morning. Three miles in 50 minutes, so I need to speed up a bit, but it was a beautiful morning and we walked down South Congress and all the cute shops and ogled things.
Then I went to Central Market (the local Whole Foods competition), where I found myself buying organic produce in my running clothes, drinking an açai smoothie. I waited for a logging truck to put me out of my yuppie misery, but none appeared, so I will have to eat my fancy bread and papaya and swordfish and wallow in my suffering.
After that terrifying brush with yuppiedom, I went to see my tattoo boy and gave him a down payment for an octopus*. Austin has its hooks in me forever now.
*He lit up when I said "octopus", and his next response was "What kind of octopus? I'm doing a blue ring for someone now." Then we looked at pictures of octopoda. I like my tattoo boy.
Then I went to Central Market (the local Whole Foods competition), where I found myself buying organic produce in my running clothes, drinking an açai smoothie. I waited for a logging truck to put me out of my yuppie misery, but none appeared, so I will have to eat my fancy bread and papaya and swordfish and wallow in my suffering.
After that terrifying brush with yuppiedom, I went to see my tattoo boy and gave him a down payment for an octopus*. Austin has its hooks in me forever now.
*He lit up when I said "octopus", and his next response was "What kind of octopus? I'm doing a blue ring for someone now." Then we looked at pictures of octopoda. I like my tattoo boy.
