I knew it. Just after I finished taking the elaborate photos of my perfume collection, I’d add to it. In fact, I think I’ve pretty much completed my collection. I went to Target tonight and lo and behold, they actually sell a few designer perfumes. I walked down the perfume aisle just for the sake of whatever, and I immediately saw Burberry Brit, eau de parfum even. It was ten dollars cheaper than anywhere else I’d seen it, so naturally, I bought it. That’s pretty much the last perfume I really, really wanted (except Givenchy Very Irresistible Parfum, but it’s only sold at Hecht’s near here, and I refuse to buy it from them.) So now that my collection is complete, I’m not sure what to do now. I need a new game, some new distraction. The nights are getting harder, and I hate to admit it, but they’re getting lonelier. And as much as I love my perfume, I’m not taking anywhere near enough narcotics to talk to my perfume, let alone have it talk back.
I think my new necessary game of distraction needs to involve some human contact. The world is exceedingly dark and lonely at 5:00 in the morning. I need someone to talk to, really talk to, someone to see and touch and know is really there. I need someone to come visit and stay for a while and adopt my sleeping habits. Someone I can trust, someone who’s kind and will get me lingonberry juice and watch stupid movies with me. In exchange for their company and kindness, I’d give them chocolate cake, and of course, I’d smell heavenly.
Yeah, like that’s going to happen. But it’s nice to think about.
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Your mere mention of lingonberries reminds me of Door County, Wisonsin, and more specifically, Al Johnson’s Swedish Restaurant. Door County is the peninsula sticking out into Lake Michigan. It is surrounded by coastline on 3 sides. You ascend and descend into many peaceful, quaint towns. Chain stores are not to be found — only independent shops, art galleries, restaurants, and inns.
One of the many locales is Al Johnson’s. From the outside, it looks like a run-down log cabin. However, it has something else to catch your eye: The roof is made of grass. And since grass is difficult to mow on a slanted roof, you have a couple of goats on the roof munching away. It’s so fun and bizarre at the same time. By the way, the lingonberry sauce they have is to die for.
Hmm… bad movies and off-kilter sleeping habits. Hmm… well, define your idea of ‘bad movies’!