My computer battery is still dead, hence the part where I'm speaking into the phone like I'm Captain Kirk asking to be beamed back up. You know, this cat bed is comfy, and it's in the bay window of Kay's dining room, but there's really nowhere to put my back. Hang on while I sit somewhere else.
OK. Now I'm in a dining room chair, still looking out the sunny window. So, the weekend pretty much yawned before me, and mostly what I did was feel sad. I did go to a movie yesterday, the movie Everest, which was so delightful and perfectly relaxing. Because Marvin has dragged me to every Mt. Everest documentary ever invented, I already knew the plot of this one, which was based on a true story.
One of the characters in the movie was a guy from Seattle. The character was played by Jake Gyllenhaal, who by the way was shirtless and wearing shorts and one scene. It's times like this that I wish I could pause the movie in the theater. Holy cats.
The point of my story is, the character Jake Jill in Hall played? I knew him--look how my fucking phone spelled Jake Jill and hall just now. Goddamnit. It spelled it right the first time. And now it won't spell it right. Jake Gyllenhaal hall. Oh goddamnit.
When I was living in Seattle, I was looking for a new place to live, and one place I considered was a rental house on the outskirts of town. I was not headed for the cheatin side of town, just the outskirts of town. Have I mentioned I need to get new song lyrics? Anyway, the guy renting the house out was leaving for a year to climb Mount Everest. He was extraordinarily good looking, I remember. I don't know why you have to go away for a year to climb Mt. Everest. I don't know why you have to climb Mt. Everest. I don't know why that guy and I didn't have a little mount June action.
I did not take his rental house, because I was young and knew I wanted to live right in the thick of things in Seattle. I wonder whatever happened to the person who rented that house. Did the bank take over his house, and that person had to leave? It's weird that I knew that guy. I guess I can spoil the plot and tell you that he did not live. It kind of haunts me, thinking about that guy. I remember how excited he was when he said, "I'm going to climb Everest!"
He was too rugged and outdoorsy for me, anyway. He'd be the type of guy who would wake you up at 6 AM on a Saturday morning to go on a hike. That, my friends, is not my type.
I had better go. I have to go to the dentist this morning. It's just a cleaning, but one of my teeth is bothering me, so you know I'll need major oral surgery at some point. Before I go, could you do a favor for me today? Link me to all the good breakup songs that you know. Yesterday I was dancing to the song I Love It, which I would link to but did I mention I'm on my phone? Then I listened to some Joy Division, because apparently I will always live in the college dorms. What else can I listen to? Suggestions, please.
I will talk to you tomorrow when my teeth will be much cleaner. I'm sure that will be something of a relief for all of you.
Hygienically, June
