let's say today's day six;

weekdays are the problem here, anyway.

the weather was nice, and i didn't get very sweaty riding around. unfortunately, i didn't get anything else practical done either, except for doing the nyt crossword. jennifer's back. today's sandy's birthday. i'm boring, thank goodness. here's to staying away from drama.

day whatever, week two

today was fairly eh. i learned that not only did an unnamed company fucked me tax-wise, but unemployment benefit-wise as well. stupid piece of shit. myers and i went to the record store and then puttered around all the girly stores on first and congress. we ended up getting birthday presents for a birthday girl, and laughing at all the sequined tube tops, ruffled hot pants, and gold lamé pantsuits the eye could see.

i want lemon bars. maybe i'll go get lemons tomorrow. pie crusts are new to me though. i don't like fucking things up, or being bad at doing them. i want twice-baked potatoes too, but then i have to think of something meaty to eat with them. ooh! maybe if it doesn't rain, i can convince jennifer to ride bikes with me! if that doesn't work out, i might dress in all black and ride to spiderhouse and write angsty things in a journal while chainsmoking, drinking coffee, and glaring at pretty people. yes.

also, i'm outing the drummer of the sword for liking justice. (not justice by the sword, but justice a couple of cheesy french djs i like.)

p.s. joolie is perfect, awesome, perfectly awesome, and awesomely perfect. there. i've blogged for today.

p.p.s. i really like the word "crossly." i like to think that i do and say a lot of things crossly. (yes, obviously i've just re-read children's books, and also, i know you're all emphatically agreeing. thanks.)

p.p.p.s. stop reading if you don't want TMI:
i learned today that i am not the only pre-teen who ever harbored sexual fantasies about sandy and dennys. ha. aren't you grossed out now?

p.x4.s. misshapes is finally over. i still don't regret not going to beauty bar that day. although... if it had been at beauty bar - lumberton or beauty bar - des moines, i totally would have gone. in the future, the jennifer needs to go to last night's party or cobrasnake things and tell me how delightfully excruciating they are. there's nothing like a douchebag attack to get you to reach for your coke inhaler. i bet i would feel just as out of place as at cotillion or something. i'm always being oppressed, darn it.

day something

i guess today is day four? my enthusiasm for Getting Things Done™ is totally spent. i'm sticking to my brutal exercise regimen of only going to the 45th street walgreens for cigarettes, and today i got a 15 pound bag of dog food too. i got some unemployment papers in the mail as well. my sense of accomplishment is just completely overwhelming. under. underwhelming.

the kite runner was okay. i'm trying to re-read the number of the beast, but (especially with just having re-read good omens) i can't get into it. maybe you have to be in a certain kind of mood to enjoy lots of math, time travel, naked people, sex, and pulp science fiction, oz, and biblical references, all at the same time. i'm just not a horny old sci fi writer with a predilection for nude redheaded space captains bending genders with every switch of the underwear. maybe tomorrow. the eco book of essays made me feel stupid, but i'll try it again this weekend.

maybe craft night will get me all fired up. i'll go cobble together some shit.

gassin' it!

can you smell it? i was farty with beer hangover today; staci got crop-dusted by a stranger in the bookstore; and i ate popcorn tofu, red cabbage, and pinto beans. it's a gas-tasm!

i'm tired. i rode down to wheatsville, then we went to toy joy, rode up to half-price, rode to my house, rode to ut, then finally rode back to staci's. oof. now i'm entertaining fixed gear fantasies, although i think my strategy for stopping would be the same as for roller skating: find a wall.

the bike auction was a bust. the only cool bikes (like, two out of a zillion) were too expensive considering the amount of work that'll need to be done to them. it was pretty awesome watching (hopefully) normally rational humans get wound up about a bunch of shitty broken-ass bikes with flat tires, wonky wheels, frozen chains (some actually dragging on the ground), split seats, and fucked up paint jobs. one even looked like someone had haphazardly tried to remove the yellow bike paint before just slapping a sticker on it and calling it a day. the sky was gorgeous too. the roof of the parking garage was high enough so that no neighboring buildings towered over it, and the fuzzed out contrails only made the sky more blue. the sunset was okay, wedged between two buildings on the horizon.

staci and i discovered we have a common love of the three investigators, only she went even farther and had an all-girl three investigators that "solved" "crimes" in their neighborhood. i didn't have any friends in my neighborhood.

today's acquisitions: eco's foucault's pendulum and apocalypse postponed, the kite runner, mary poppins in the park, and hello mrs. piggle-wiggle. (all links are to the versions i bought.) yes, i agree that i'm having issues with my self-image as a reader right now. also, i only need one more to have all the mary poppins in this recent edition.


dan, there are zombie duckies at toy joy. i refuse to keep track of what you have any longer. joolie, i've found you a gift that i know you will promptly and joyfully regift.

wholly unfounded opinion no. 001

ATL is an awesome movie solely for the skating sequences, because just one totally beats anything in roll bounce. whirled peas out!

wholly unsubstantiated question no. 001

did goethe drink kostrizer? i guess i'll have to break in my ut library card so we'll know. it's in some beer book we have and also mentioned on some guy's myspace blog. how unreliable. the internets is useless.

mmm, beer. i want beer. i ate two slices of bread instead. i should stop procrastinating since the csi fest is over.

this is starting to sound like a roone post. um, go arsenal! go rangers red sox! airplanes! soccer! general complaining! i didn't get laid!

day one

with the advent of unemployment, i'm going to regale you daily with my whining about the boredom and loneliness, which will hopefully motivate me to keep busy instead.

i got up at eleven - that'll be the latest time i try to wake up this week. biked to the new barbershop, which is delightfully empty compared to the south one, dished and compared gossip updates, and then promptly sweated out the new haircut with a trip to the iga. since i was on my bike, i naturally purchased heavy canned and jarred (wha?) items. genius. at least the coffee was the most important selection, and prevents me from going to the coffee shop to waste time. i registered for unemployment and sent in the first payment request. i've planned to call time warner and bitch, figure out which one class i should take, and clean the apartment to fill out the rest of my day. reasonable, right?

i'd dick around more on the internet, but the computer can't seem to handle more than two tabs open, and if i browse with my usual ten or fifteen, it flips out and then i flip out and have to restrain from chucking it off the balcony. if i had a magic 8-ball, i would definitely see reformatting in the very near future. oh god, i'm boring. this must be what it's like to be my pets. geez. no wonder jennifer's place was always so clean.

maybe i'll try doing book reports. i really don't feel like sitting on hold with time warner. not like i'm not the gross douchebag who poops while on the phone. i usually resist. with friends.

i guess i'll get started on this horrorshow. today will also be day two of abstaining from alcohol. i might break it for free beer saturday at the grand opening for birds north. but only if you go too.

geez

do you miss geocities pages? i don't, and this site has a much more annoying design than they did.

so jealous

i would so ride to work if the city GAVE me a bike that i didn't have to worry about. damn you paris! you stole our "freedom" schtick too! you're supposed to call them french bikes! at least texas is bigger than france. *cries, curls up into fetal ball*

you can see the pictures on the velib flickr pool. i don't know how to stick a flickr picture in; i wasn't paying enough attention when dan explained.

this fucking rules

how the state legislative and executive branches spent their money in the first half of this year: link

the vaughn building has been on nearly every other one so far - i used to work in that vipers' nest, and harry whittington (shot in face) owns it. talk about a moldy p.o.s. inside, too.