Lightning & coconuts

Every Ass Morning In June: a daily ongoing stream of cawnsciousness (Day 11)

I finished off the remains of a bag of French Toast Drizzilicious (dust included), did the dishes, made a wish at 11:11, and accepted the storm was never going to come. And then, as I sat down to write this, lightning lit my windows up. There’s so much lightning that it looks like a paparazzi frenzy, like Hannah Montana rose from the dead and is standing on my corner for some reason. If there’s thunder, I can’t hear it over my AC. Should I go for a walk?

The weather pages on Instagram have been edging us with an impending storm for the past two days and I was totally ready to give up on it. Sorry, storm. It’s ok that you’re 36 hours late. I’ve almost been that late a few times myself. Once I missed a flight to Hawaii. I was meeting my family there for Thanksgiving one year during college. Dad was pissed.

Earlier this week, my Task Rabbit got sick and no amount of carrots could make him feel better. No, but really, my Task Rabbit, assigned by IKEA, messaged me saying he was sick and that he wasn’t- sorry I have to- up for the task. I’ve got about 15 boxes in my foyer* (*living room) and I’m anxious for my new furniture. A new Rabbit is coming tomorrow at 9 AM. Bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, ready to put together an armoire and a shelf, hopefully.

Today, I got a whole coconut at Juice Generation with this cool girl, Allegra, who I met at a bronzer event earlier this year. We haven’t properly hung out until today when we sat on a bench and sipped our nuts in the 90 degree heat. She got spoons for us and we interviewed each other while we scraped the meat from our coconuts. My spoon finally snapped in half, which was fine, because I wasn’t good at scraping. I kept getting shards of wood in my meat. Ok, typing that made me wince.

How many minutes I have left to post this before midnight:

2

I’ll see you tomorrow!