indian and interneti’m obsessed with indian food. i admit it. i go to people’s indian [at 5147 penn avenue, in case you happen to be in pittsburgh] at least twice a week. once or twice for lunch buffet, for only $5.95, and maybe once for dinner. i even cried once because dave didn’t want to go on a saturday i was off from work [so maybe the crying wasn’t entirely due to the refusal of indian fare, but for the sake of this entry, let’s say it was].
the menu has 117 selections. amazing. especially when you see how small this establishment is. they have an entire section dedicated to bread. how could you not love a place like that? there’s about thirty or so items that are vegetarian, and about 10 vegan items. i’m in heaven.
it’s been an entire 26 hours since i’ve last eaten there, and i need it again.
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if you call my house and it rings indefinitely, this is why [yes, i have dial-up]:
i haven’t had a computer in the house since july, but i just got it repaired last week. it’s amazing how integral [too?] an internet connection is to my life. i like to claim i’m a low-maintenance kind of womyn, no [little] make-up, i forgive everybody for everything, and i wear uglier clothes than you do. but realizing how much i need this $2,000 object underneath my fingers is a bit scary. i like to boast about how i can last in the woods for days without feeling ‘gross’ like many people would, but i’d be lying if i said at the end of every trip i take i don’t miss checking my e-mail.
does everyone else feel this way or do i have an addictive personality? i’m not sure. i can go months without even turning on the tv, but i get the d.t.’s when i haven’t had my signature chewy iced tea in the summer [it’s sludge of 10 tablespoons lipton (tm) instant iced tea and about 2 ounces water; gross, sure, but i love it]. i can go weeks without putting any make-up on, but feel neanderthal if i don’t pluck my eyebrows at least every two weeks. i can go months without ice cream, but not two days without sex of some sort [if you get my drift]. i guess i just have a selective-addictive personality.
speaking of disorders, everyone i know is crazy. really.
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