how in the HELL does a song by Air Supply get into my head, let alone on refrain repeat?
all is lost.
Wednesday, August 30, 2006
wha???
Monday, August 28, 2006
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
song of the day
Tuesday’s theme song:
“Happiness in Slavery” by NIN
...now, if you’ll excuse me, i must go work for the man.
Monday, August 21, 2006
Friday, August 18, 2006
a much-needed rule
much-needed rule of the day:
anyone who bathes in patchouli oil and then steps into an elevator should be beaten without mercy.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
tuesdays are the slowest days
not quite midweek but past the monday hurdle so you feel like you should be further along than you actually are and your cube is sweltering hot even though you can hear the hum of the air overhead and you can’t figure out why you can’t just get your shit together and get to work when all you want to do is crawl under your desk and hope that no one finds you and you have this half of a muffin waiting to be eaten and you want to eat it but it makes you feel sick and if it gets in your throat you think you might choke and cry so hard you throw up and then you have to explain, no you have to make something up so no one knows what is wrong with you even though they can probably tell just by looking at you.
Monday, August 14, 2006
return of the lunchtime blog
for the record, budget gourmet frozen meals are almost like real food. but more like styrofoam.
i have oooodles of photos i must post in the near future, mostly as a result of the recent leingirlz3 visit. hurrah! to you, amycita, i offer a 21 pickle salute with my smoker's bicep. (pictures forthcoming.)
i also had a chance to taunt my biological clock by holding the sweet elliot agnes (and hearing her wail one night worked well as birth control).
fall is approaching and, as we all know (or don't know), my brain always begins to decline into madness. i've been seeing the beginnings lately and let me tell you, dustin is one lucky man to be a part of it all.
must smoke and find chocolate and work more.
photos tonight. for real this time.
i have oooodles of photos i must post in the near future, mostly as a result of the recent leingirlz3 visit. hurrah! to you, amycita, i offer a 21 pickle salute with my smoker's bicep. (pictures forthcoming.)
i also had a chance to taunt my biological clock by holding the sweet elliot agnes (and hearing her wail one night worked well as birth control).
fall is approaching and, as we all know (or don't know), my brain always begins to decline into madness. i've been seeing the beginnings lately and let me tell you, dustin is one lucky man to be a part of it all.
must smoke and find chocolate and work more.
photos tonight. for real this time.
Thursday, August 03, 2006
a song i forgot about...
okay, so i've falling in love all over again with prince's "i would die 4 u." seriously. i'm a giddy ten-year old all over again.
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
disturbing dream #4000
losing teeth. not just having them fall out one at a time, but several at a time, by god! and i keep smiling in a mirror, hoping that no one will be able to tell that i've lost several teeth.
i also have recurring tornado dreams, where i can see that i am surrounded by them and i'm taking shelter in a room encased in .. what else but GLASS!!!
also have dreams of being on a college campus while the country becomes a militarized state. (i attribute this mostly to falling asleep to cnn.)
on another topic, a coworker introduced me to a book of perhaps the funniest postcards ever. the book, evil thoughts, is by david shrigley.
and yes, you just might laugh so hard you pee yourself. this drawing is a gem!
i also have recurring tornado dreams, where i can see that i am surrounded by them and i'm taking shelter in a room encased in .. what else but GLASS!!!
also have dreams of being on a college campus while the country becomes a militarized state. (i attribute this mostly to falling asleep to cnn.)
on another topic, a coworker introduced me to a book of perhaps the funniest postcards ever. the book, evil thoughts, is by david shrigley.
and yes, you just might laugh so hard you pee yourself. this drawing is a gem!
a delightful walk in the rain
it's finally not horrible/sticky/humid/hot this morning. instead of walking out to be greeting by a wall of heat, i walked from my door into sprinkling rain. SO NICE. thanks to david sedaris and dustin's ipod, my bus ride goes faster than ever -- i don't even notice the booze-laden people next to me or the man who is yelling at his newspaper for being a slut.
a few quiet moments before work
6:03 a.m.
not only woke up on time, but EARLY, which means i can take the EARLY bus to work and actually get some stuff done before the day becomes really chaotic.
am concerned that my posts are mundane.
last night's dream: tooth loss. wait, multiple tooth loss. FOUR. and i remember i kept smiling in the mirror to see if it was obvious that i had lost four goddamn teeth.
6:06 a.m.
i have ten minutes until my bus.
next post topic will either be:
a. the crisis in the middle east; or
b. the story of a lemur who tried to do well in math but never could
not only woke up on time, but EARLY, which means i can take the EARLY bus to work and actually get some stuff done before the day becomes really chaotic.
am concerned that my posts are mundane.
last night's dream: tooth loss. wait, multiple tooth loss. FOUR. and i remember i kept smiling in the mirror to see if it was obvious that i had lost four goddamn teeth.
6:06 a.m.
i have ten minutes until my bus.
next post topic will either be:
a. the crisis in the middle east; or
b. the story of a lemur who tried to do well in math but never could
Monday, July 31, 2006
SHAME ON YOU, PUSSYCAT DOLLS.
you did what? you recorded a cover of “tainted love,” the classic soft cell song? what is WRONG with you? can’t you just be content to traipse around like 20 dollar hookers, glistening with what i hope is just sweat? you’ll burn in hell for this, pussycat dolls. you will.
Saturday, July 22, 2006
sick no more
so i'm finally getting over my icky, "wish i could remove my throat and scrape it off with a spoon" sort of sickness i developed on wednesday, so things are looking up. a DELIGHTFUL sensation of swallowing sharp rocks without actually having to swallow sharp rocks.. i'm a lucky girl.
yes, i'm blogging, which can only mean one thing: yes, i am using my sister's laptop again while my husband and brother in law battle it out on the ps2.
tomorrow i think we'll see "lady in the water," and hope for the best. will it be scary? will it have a twist (village)? will it have no twist at all (signs)? i'm on the edge of my seat to answer that question. (that's not true. i'm sitting quite comfortably with my feet up on an ottoman.)
i can't even believe how busy worki has been. and this laptop i'm typing on just beeped at me. stop beeping, you silly pc.
my department at work is networked so that we can all share our itunes, and whilst perusing a coworker's selection i noticed that he had the pussycat dolls collection. before i begin complaining about how i think they are total crap, i'll preface it by saying it's NOT JUST BECAUSE i can't prance around in skin-baring get-ups. i think they suck in the same way any other "band" sucks when they don't play any instruments, write their own songs, etc. in fact, calling them a band is not accurate in any way at all.
TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE, they have recorded a version of "tainted love." yes, THAT song. that delightfully '80s song by Soft Cell. they have it on their album. so in my quest for misery, i listened to this cover while at work.
*vomit*
it's so wrong. and why do they have to do that? can't they just be content to strut around in lingerie to crap that i didn't like to begin with? i hope you burn in hell, pussycat dolls.
i'm all tired from my rant. must sleep.
yes, i'm blogging, which can only mean one thing: yes, i am using my sister's laptop again while my husband and brother in law battle it out on the ps2.
tomorrow i think we'll see "lady in the water," and hope for the best. will it be scary? will it have a twist (village)? will it have no twist at all (signs)? i'm on the edge of my seat to answer that question. (that's not true. i'm sitting quite comfortably with my feet up on an ottoman.)
i can't even believe how busy worki has been. and this laptop i'm typing on just beeped at me. stop beeping, you silly pc.
my department at work is networked so that we can all share our itunes, and whilst perusing a coworker's selection i noticed that he had the pussycat dolls collection. before i begin complaining about how i think they are total crap, i'll preface it by saying it's NOT JUST BECAUSE i can't prance around in skin-baring get-ups. i think they suck in the same way any other "band" sucks when they don't play any instruments, write their own songs, etc. in fact, calling them a band is not accurate in any way at all.
TO MAKE MATTERS WORSE, they have recorded a version of "tainted love." yes, THAT song. that delightfully '80s song by Soft Cell. they have it on their album. so in my quest for misery, i listened to this cover while at work.
*vomit*
it's so wrong. and why do they have to do that? can't they just be content to strut around in lingerie to crap that i didn't like to begin with? i hope you burn in hell, pussycat dolls.
i'm all tired from my rant. must sleep.
Sunday, July 16, 2006
i'm watching my brother in law and my husband play manly shoot-em-up games on ps2 right now, while using my sister's laptop and it's making me miss the use of my laptop so much it's breaking my heart a little bit. (maybe i should think of all those kids in africa who don't even HAVE laptops.)
this weekend was filled with all sorts of projects... curtains from ikea, printing up some wedding photos, a little bit of cleaning, washing the dog and sweating as much as... someone who lives in heat and humidity. how do people in the south manage this? I HATE THIS WEATHER. i am in the wrong climate entirely. i always complain during the really brutal winter too, however you can always put more clothing on in those temperatures. when it's this hot outside, there's really only so much you can take off and still run to the store.
root canal number 2 of 3 is this wednesday... and OF COURSE this crap has to happen before my insurance begins in september. that's how it works. just like a car knows when you've gotten your tax return that it's a good time to begin bleeding oil, your teeth know when you've got just six damn weeks to go for coverage.
the root canal is not so terrible -- i'm adequately numbed and my dentist is great. however it's when the shots wear off that i'm horribly miserable. damn these teeth of mine.
and they are EXPENSIVE. holy god, so expensive. and it's not something that i can put off, b/c the whole damn reason i need the root canals is because i put off dental work for so effing long.
the fault is mine, and mine alone. (and the coca-cola company for making their soda SO DAMN TASTY.)
this weekend was filled with all sorts of projects... curtains from ikea, printing up some wedding photos, a little bit of cleaning, washing the dog and sweating as much as... someone who lives in heat and humidity. how do people in the south manage this? I HATE THIS WEATHER. i am in the wrong climate entirely. i always complain during the really brutal winter too, however you can always put more clothing on in those temperatures. when it's this hot outside, there's really only so much you can take off and still run to the store.
root canal number 2 of 3 is this wednesday... and OF COURSE this crap has to happen before my insurance begins in september. that's how it works. just like a car knows when you've gotten your tax return that it's a good time to begin bleeding oil, your teeth know when you've got just six damn weeks to go for coverage.
the root canal is not so terrible -- i'm adequately numbed and my dentist is great. however it's when the shots wear off that i'm horribly miserable. damn these teeth of mine.
and they are EXPENSIVE. holy god, so expensive. and it's not something that i can put off, b/c the whole damn reason i need the root canals is because i put off dental work for so effing long.
the fault is mine, and mine alone. (and the coca-cola company for making their soda SO DAMN TASTY.)
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
My Mediocre Lunch (from Mattell)
i had every intention of writing a long, in-depth blog entry during my lunch break today. then i had to eat. then mix up a bottle of crystal light. pretty soon i'll have to go out and smoke. crap. well i updated my profile photo at least.
today's lunch: michelena's chicken teriyaki and rice
authenticity on a scale of 1 to 10: -77
the strangest thing i've had happen in a long time:
while walking out to smoke after lunch i felt something in my shoe. i noticed it earlier but thought the insole was slipping. then i felt it between my toes. i removed my shoe and what do you think i found?
a balloon. a small, un-inflated green balloon.
discuss.
today's lunch: michelena's chicken teriyaki and rice
authenticity on a scale of 1 to 10: -77
the strangest thing i've had happen in a long time:
while walking out to smoke after lunch i felt something in my shoe. i noticed it earlier but thought the insole was slipping. then i felt it between my toes. i removed my shoe and what do you think i found?
a balloon. a small, un-inflated green balloon.
discuss.
Friday, June 30, 2006
breakfast surprise
i bought a yogurt and granola parfait for breakfast this morning at work. i’m about one-third of the way into it and i decide to spoon to the bottom layer of granola and mix it in with the vast amounts of yogurt on top. then i see it.
a hair. in my food.
*gag*
Sunday, June 25, 2006
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