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aruanor make an entry as one of the Critic's Choice.
since we're all here, i'll spare the intelligence insult and plunge right into the goodness that suffused the day that was and promises to keep being today.
two words for you: Adjudication Deadline. i had spent the better part of my waking free time this weekend watching the most incredibly mundane and inane traffic school program ever created in any medium so as to avoid any more stomach-churning days like that fateful Tuesday so not long enough ago. anyway, i was a bit ambivalent about the Blockbuster guy phoning for my results due to my uncertainty that i had done everything properly, whatwith the phone testing and everything. so i made a few side trips: Eckerds for milk, Publix in hopes of scoring some Ty Nant and imagery other than me in stripes, Wal-Mart for a beach towel, packing box, and much in the way of various and sundry writing implements. then i finally decided that tingling sensation in the back or not, i had to face facts.
93% baybee. he even gave me a mock certificate to display like an Honor Student bumper sticker and sent me on my way with hearty kudos. thanks man. i actually needed that.
so ABC Liquors and the organic market later, i remained in an equally cheery disposition, but alas sans Ty Nant. not that i hadn't ordered some from an online vendor and checked out their international distributing locations in Deerfield Beach the night before. but damn it, today was a day to celebrate, and damned if i wasn't going to find the second best thing to appease my oral fixation. as i mentioned to Miranda, the ultimate panacea to what ails the vaccuum of desire within lies a bit further out of reach than an Ethernet connection and my Visa checkcard number.
ahem. anyway, the girl at the organic foods place recommended the wine and cheese gallery on main street, where i had previously mentioned courthouse business. the security guard demanded a better look at the naughty at first glance Gatorwell pin on my bag: GOOD manners make it HARD to talk about SEX. i could understand and delightedly obliged. shared a greeting with the friendly redheaded woman behind the traffic misdemeanors counter - something about that didn't sit well, but she was so good to me before, and besides, friends in the right places and all. so having retained my driving priviliges and my unmentionable dignity, i flitted back outside and drove some more with obnoxiously loud music blaring from my topless vehicle until arriving at my high-brow hole-in-the-wall gallery. charming little place, lots of ritzy crackers, crazy cheeses and eclectic chocolates, and yes my friends, glinting blue Ty Nant bottles catching the noon rays of quasi-summer sun streaming in through the windowpanes. at this point i was beyond sublime and fairly certain there were loud victory celebrations accompanied by fanciful dances of the same. whatever happened it managed to draw the attentions of all four people behind the counter. my prize was quickly retrieved from its perch and at the inquiry of something more, i solicited his personal recommendation.
a wedge of delectable camembert later, i had my brown bag of continental fineries on the seat adjacent as i cruised back to campus. a few great ideas, a final, and lots of goofy smiling later, i was in Miranda's lounge, sitting atop some resentful bit of otherwise glasses-occupied space and toasting life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness between wedges of green apples, raspberry chocolates, and aforementioned moldy delight. i describe the Ty Nant as honest spring water put through the carbonization motions, a clean, refreshing tease of the tongue yet satisfying for the elusive hydration need. under the proper circumstance, i'd be sucking on,... err, down these "blue botols of lurrve" by the caseful and constantly too. for now, i revel in my hard-sought 11 fluid ounces and hope its endorphin rush lasts me through the DDR to follow.
since we're all here, i'll spare the intelligence insult and plunge right into the goodness that suffused the day that was and promises to keep being today.
two words for you: Adjudication Deadline. i had spent the better part of my waking free time this weekend watching the most incredibly mundane and inane traffic school program ever created in any medium so as to avoid any more stomach-churning days like that fateful Tuesday so not long enough ago. anyway, i was a bit ambivalent about the Blockbuster guy phoning for my results due to my uncertainty that i had done everything properly, whatwith the phone testing and everything. so i made a few side trips: Eckerds for milk, Publix in hopes of scoring some Ty Nant and imagery other than me in stripes, Wal-Mart for a beach towel, packing box, and much in the way of various and sundry writing implements. then i finally decided that tingling sensation in the back or not, i had to face facts.
93% baybee. he even gave me a mock certificate to display like an Honor Student bumper sticker and sent me on my way with hearty kudos. thanks man. i actually needed that.
so ABC Liquors and the organic market later, i remained in an equally cheery disposition, but alas sans Ty Nant. not that i hadn't ordered some from an online vendor and checked out their international distributing locations in Deerfield Beach the night before. but damn it, today was a day to celebrate, and damned if i wasn't going to find the second best thing to appease my oral fixation. as i mentioned to Miranda, the ultimate panacea to what ails the vaccuum of desire within lies a bit further out of reach than an Ethernet connection and my Visa checkcard number.
ahem. anyway, the girl at the organic foods place recommended the wine and cheese gallery on main street, where i had previously mentioned courthouse business. the security guard demanded a better look at the naughty at first glance Gatorwell pin on my bag: GOOD manners make it HARD to talk about SEX. i could understand and delightedly obliged. shared a greeting with the friendly redheaded woman behind the traffic misdemeanors counter - something about that didn't sit well, but she was so good to me before, and besides, friends in the right places and all. so having retained my driving priviliges and my unmentionable dignity, i flitted back outside and drove some more with obnoxiously loud music blaring from my topless vehicle until arriving at my high-brow hole-in-the-wall gallery. charming little place, lots of ritzy crackers, crazy cheeses and eclectic chocolates, and yes my friends, glinting blue Ty Nant bottles catching the noon rays of quasi-summer sun streaming in through the windowpanes. at this point i was beyond sublime and fairly certain there were loud victory celebrations accompanied by fanciful dances of the same. whatever happened it managed to draw the attentions of all four people behind the counter. my prize was quickly retrieved from its perch and at the inquiry of something more, i solicited his personal recommendation.
a wedge of delectable camembert later, i had my brown bag of continental fineries on the seat adjacent as i cruised back to campus. a few great ideas, a final, and lots of goofy smiling later, i was in Miranda's lounge, sitting atop some resentful bit of otherwise glasses-occupied space and toasting life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness between wedges of green apples, raspberry chocolates, and aforementioned moldy delight. i describe the Ty Nant as honest spring water put through the carbonization motions, a clean, refreshing tease of the tongue yet satisfying for the elusive hydration need. under the proper circumstance, i'd be sucking on,... err, down these "blue botols of lurrve" by the caseful and constantly too. for now, i revel in my hard-sought 11 fluid ounces and hope its endorphin rush lasts me through the DDR to follow.
