Thursday, September 29, 2005

my head is mean to me sometimes.

zombies really freak me way out. really really. i just had a dream that involved the following: lots of zombies, rollercoasters, nuclear weapons, both people and zombies being impaled, bioterrorism, really horribly filthy public restrooms, and falling from great heights. It is as though my brain just decided...fuck the coherant plot. Let's start with what she saw on Shaun on the Dead, take away the funny, and than add in whatever she's scared of - just willy-nilly, it doesnt need to make sense. Oh, and when I was RUNNING from the ZOMBIES to the safety of the basement where we would be for days/weeks/months/years??? Yeah, I forgot my ciggarettes.

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

workin, nine to... well, always really

Its 12:26am on Monday. I can't sleep because I have work swimming around my head. So i just sent myself an email with everything thats keeping me up. And then I had to open up blogger to share my disgust with myself. sigh. goodnight, internet.

Thursday, September 22, 2005


59) I talk a lot about politics, sometimes Im just going with a general feeling, which leads to me talking out of my ass, sometimes I really know whats up. I get in fights about it. I did study poli sci, and I ingest an insane amount of info - I do have SOME credibility.

60) Watching or listening to POTUS Bush Part Deux makes me physically uncomfortable.

61) Guess what? Im a liberal. But I would like to think that if I was a conservative, I would still think Bush Deuce is a dum-dum stupid head.

62) Im a big fat sucker for green eyes

63) I also like boys' feet, but not in a fetishy way. I just like em.

64) I pierced my nipple when I was 17 with a sewing needle and a cork. I was not particularly bright at that age.

65) Same as above, but belly-button....twice.

Go Nats! (isnt that an unfortunate cheer?)

I went to see the Washington Nationals last night at RFK vs the SF Giants. My record for Nationals wins? It is now 0-2. I was accepting when they lost to the Braves. I've done enough praying to the MLB gods for the Braves to win to accept that my prayers may be answered when I don't want them to be. I am a Red Sox fan, and I found Jesus on that one last year. But, really, I love SF, no love for their baseball team. Can I go to a game where we win? Please? Its almost October. Speaking of which, my favorite Post columnist has had some experience with this.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Jerry O'Connell, I think...right?

Just so you know, when you google me, most of the stuff that pops up is recaps from that show Sliders. You know, where the main character was Quinn Mallory? They had to go and introduce a Sara character. Yeah. Its a burden.


"No! you can make butter out of nuts
is woodbutter possible?" - 18 year old me, as posted here. Googling oneself can produce interesting results, no? oh right, work, gotta run.

paging daytripper

I want to test my blog's effectiveness as a communication tool, since SOME people, who will remain unnamed, don't like to set up their VOICE MAIL. so, listen, I have some info regarding hotels for NYC trip so call me, will ya? Or else I'll have to WORK, and that would make me mad, right?

p.s. -
"Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect
Trying to fit a square into a circle
Was no life

Sunday, September 18, 2005

i love the cassettes

i'm making a little trip to new york city on October 1st to see the cassettes at Red and Black in Brooklyn. if you live in New York or will be in the vicinity come check them out and buy me a drink!

Friday, September 16, 2005

good things about work

Ya'll, I aint nobody's assistant no more, ya heard? thats mighty fine

deep thought

why dont they bring napkins with pizza delivery?? i mean, they do when I order like 10 for the office, but not when I order one for home. Do they want me to wipe all that grease on the couch? Do they just assume that the house comes pre-stocked with napkins? thats an awful big assumption. I mean, they give you napkins at McDonalds, you know? who missed that train?

cant you just hear it? I been talking with Vlad-MEER here, for oh, golly..

Enlightening email conversation, or, how to waste time on Friday afternoon:

not only is that statement retarded, but bush must be deformed - putin was elected in 1999.. that's um.... yeah, 6 years.

----------------- Original Message -----------------
Date: Sep 16, 2005 12:06 PM

whatever, i dont matta.
so, Im watching this live press conf. with bush and putin...and bush says.....
"Ive visited with Vladmir alot in the recent years, I havent been counting, but i know its alot because Ive been counting with my hands...and Ive run out of fingers heh heh"

----------------- Original Message -----------------
Date: Sep 16, 2005 2:47 PM

whoo dee hooo its friday at 2:46. Yay! do you wanna see the movie with John Heder tonight? or just drink til we're sore?

Thursday, September 15, 2005

Bacon! Lettuce! Tomato!

it has been brought to my attention, and I must agree, that #49 on the 100 things about me ongoing project needs to be:

49) On the occasion of visiting a deli, I will order a BLT absolutely 100% of the time.

now that we've gotten started again...

50) Laguna Beach is fascinating to me. I love those silly kids.

51) I have very impressively misshapen baby toes. I wore heels every day 12 hours a day for two years. It happens.

52) My perfect day includes coffee, going buck-wild in a bookstore, sitting in a city park, great conversation, napping, and a couple of glasses of wine.

53) I am extremely sensitive in some situations, and almost callously uncaring in others.

54) I have a freckle on my lower lip. It rocks. I mostly wear clear lip gloss, dont like to cover it up.

55) I dont know why they make any underwear but thongs. I also dont know why I never cared about VPL before the advent of the thong. Maybe I was too young.

56) I dont much care for team sports, but I keep thinking I do. I sign up for stuff all the time.

57) I still love cartoons.

58) I am stubborn as a mule.

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

thats a damn good question

Terry Neal is my hero today. Let's hope people take notice and start asking questions of their own.

Saturday, September 03, 2005

flashback 2003

in a whirlwind of cleaning today, I found a journal of mine from 2003..
an excerpt:

"Everytime I write "1978", I feel a little worse. Twenty-five years. A little closer to thirty. Thirty, I know, is not old. But neither is forty, I suspect, when you're thirty-five and looking at forty racing towards you. My mother had me a thirty-one, my big sister three years earlier.. Yes, I know, that was 1975, but these are my standards, my measuring stick. The backwards calculations are something one must avoid - if you start at even thirty-five with my first child, I pretty much have to meet my husband-to-be today. Now, I am a rational human being and do realize that I am being ridiculous. The source of this calculating madness is my sister's impending wedding. I don't need a psych degree to figure that out.
Okay, so, the basic guides to measuring success - work, home, family, friends. I have no job. Well, I have a job, it just doesnt start for a week and I haven't worked for a month so I am now a professional magazine reader/barnes and noble patron/happy hour attendee/taxi driver for corporate intern boyfriend. My profession is retail management. I am a store manager, officially, or will be next week,. THe retail world is madness - cat fighting, two-faced, overly emotional madness. An industry consisting almost entirely of twenty to thirty something females and gay males with shopping addictions. Me, who once aspired to be a lawyer for the ACLU, helping to advance capitalism and greed. And I one wrote a thesis on Marxism and its potential applications to the modern a positive light. What a poser I am."

To be continued...

Thursday, September 01, 2005

living in a material world

I did something grown up yesterday. And then I did something achingly immature. I went to the bank at lunch and wrote the biggest check I've ever written to open an investment account, stowing my savings safe and sound and where I can't get anywhere near it for several months and/or years. Look at me being all adult like. And then, I went to the mall and bought a suit, 2 pairs of pants, some shoes, Prada perfume (yes, with the old fashioned bottle), had a bit of a spree at Sephora, and got a very nice little sparkly thing from Nordstrom. (Maybe a bit immature. Sprees are not mature). But I used a coupon! 20% off, yes indeed.(Again, mature) And then I felt horribly guilty,so I sent money to the Red Cross and the Humane Society. (guilt is definitely mature).
I think my mature and immature are having a grand internal battle to the death. Who should I root for?