My Life Is Complete
Tonight the heavens smiled upon me, the stars aligned and I got to experience the sheer joy of knowing there might never again be a moment as perfect as the one I was in at that very second.
Jon and I were at Costco (I have waxed poetical* about Costco once or twice if you recall) buying up loads of trash mags for our trip back east (yes, I am indeed completely delusional in thinking I'll be able to read anything while entertaining Diner #3). I was lollygagging in the book section when a familiar cover caught my eye.
"JON," I screamed. He whipped around, Diner #3 strapped to his chest, and gave me a look that said "What's your damage, crazy lady?" I grabbed the book held it high above my head, and for the benefit of Jon and everyone around me I proudly proclaimed: "MY BOOK!"
So. Fucking. Rad.
xoxo
Joy
"To eat is a necessity. To eat intelligently is an art."
-- La Rochefoucauld
*I do, in fact, realize this is not actually a word.
posted by Joy @ 10:28 PM
3 Comments:
yay! xxd
That is so fucking cool. Next time I'm there, I'm totally going to look for it.
Umm... I live in SoMa, near the Metreon, and although this is slightly weird, I'd be totally happy to give you the magazines I have from this month for your trip. Marie Claire, Newsweek, Women's Health, US Weekly, etc.
Great Blog - didn't realize you went to Cornell! You should really try a North Baker next time you're at Hot Truck - supreme deliciousness!
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