2.8.02 – hollywood sex and emetophobia

our kitchen smells like pumpkin barf. turns out that the funny smell in the fridge was coming from the thai coconut pumpkin soup from a few weeks back. i was all in favor of throwing it away, tupperware and all, but hannah didn’t want to let the container go. once we opened it and the barf smell emanated throughout the apartment, i knew that throwing away the container would have been a better idea. given that i have a significant fear of barf (emetophobia, if you want to get technical about it), even when it’s actually just soup that smells like barf, hannah was kind enough to clean it out. we burned candles and watched sex & the city until the smell went away. hannah and i don’t have a tv, but we can watch dvds on my computer, so we rented the first season of sex & the city to watch at night when we get home from tech. the show is silly but it has a fabulous costume designer. and besides, brainless tv is kind of what we need to chill out after tech, altho this show is proving to be much less stressful than the last one. sex & the city always makes me feel like i ought to be having more sex than i am, however…which isn’t difficult really, given how utterly single i am at the moment. anyway, to watch dvds we just drag chairs up to my desk. i always feel sort of like the real-life version of joey and chandler on friends when they jump into their side-by-side ottomans and synchronize their reclining.