have you ever had a fart which sounded like a wookie?
me neither.
belini’s go straight to my head.
this is my new favourite restaurant because they sell broccoli kebobs.
i tune out completely when football is discussed.
i bought “the next tetris” yesterday. i don’t have an N64, but meghan & mark do. they’ve rented that game for three weeks straight. we’ve all become addicted to it. we’d sit around and discusss how they should have just bought it for all they’ve spent on rentals.
yesterday, on a whim, i went to the used cd store and bought them a copy. meghan tried to give me money for it. i refused it, saying “now you’ll never be able to tell me i can’t play it.”
there should be no reason why a thirty-minute trip to the grocery store would make you sweat so much you had to change your bra.
there’s a running list of things i should accomplish today, but i’m having none of it. it’s hot and getting hotter by the minute as the sun comes around to my side of the building where it will continue to raise the temperature of my apartment until it mercifully sets behind cyprus mountain at approximately 9:30 pm. even then, it will take at least until the wee hours of the morning for the trapped heat within to cool to a temperature which will make any scrap of clothing bearable.
i’ve spent most of my day sitting in this god-awfully uncomfortable chair clicking and browsing my way across the web. i have been in search of cool animations which i never before had the bandwidth to view .
i have not read the book for our book club meeting this wednesday. i have not even begun anything to help russ with his beta testing. i have not done dishes. i have not taken the garbage out. i have not washed the car. i have not balanced my chequebook. i have not even consumed my third cup of coffee. this is, of course, the ultimate measure of my sloth. i couldn’t even drink my heavenly third cup o’ joe. my one accomplishment is laundry. i’ve washed my clothes and towels. i can get dressed in clean garb… if it ever cools down enough to wear clothes again.
i just visited kaydee’s page from home (instead of work) for the first time a long while and was totally surprised and pleased by what came from my speakers. that guy is one cultured dude!
i copied this off the redcricket board where i posted it yesterday, but i had to share it with everyone:
dear god, i nearly died!
traffic was a complete and utter pms-ing, psychopathic BITCH today [friday].
my normally twenty-minute commute took three times that long and it was 31 degrees (that’s 90 for you fahrenheitians) with 80% humidity. have i mentioned i drive a geo with no air conditioning? oh, yeah, and i was wearing black.
i spent about half an hour in an ice-cold shower when i got home. it still wasn’t enough to cool me down.
stupid summer heat and traffic. grr!
after using the same deoderant for the last two years, i just today realized it smells like bathroom spray and i don’t like it.
whenever i feel bad about the amount of debt i carry, i’m going to go look at bryan’s re-pay list (bottom right of the page) and feel a LOT better, really fast.
11 designs later, i’m actually surprised that this endeavour has lasted an entire year and that it hasn’t felt like a year while it has lasted.
naively, i wrote:
anyhoo, this is the first of what will probably be at least three entries i’ll make. who knows, it may not even go the way of my other attempts to journal and will evolve into some really weird, yet compelling, place to be.
i don’t know how compelling of a place to be it’s been, but i’m fairly sure i accomplished the weird part.
i could babble about all the people i’ve gotten to know and the things i’ve learned about web design and how grateful i am to have found a new community in which i feel welcome, but that’s so clichéd i can’t bring myself to type those words. so, i’ll sum it up as short and sweet as i can:
thanks for listening. *blows out the candle on ice cream cake*
i’m so hot i wish i could peel off my skin.
i shouldn’t have been so worried about last night. i mean, they were all dean’s friends so they had to be at least half-decent people, right? right.
we had appies and drinks out on the balcony while the mosquitos had me as their appy and drink. i met dean’s bosses & their wives, three of his buddies, and his mom (who is the sweetest lady ever). everyone (except a couple) were really laid-back, easy-going folk who held up their end of the conversation with ease. my dessert was a roaring success and there was even enough left over for me to bring a piece of the chocolate-strawberry mousse cake home. the fireworks weren’t that bad, either. although, i still think there’s something very wrong about an orchestral version of ‘dancing queen’.
the downside to having a great evening such as i had? being dog-ass tired the next day. *yawn* i certainly picked the wrong week to start cutting back on my morning coffee intake.
just when i thought i’d come to terms with my recently revived celibacy, made peace with my lack of nookie, as it were; i go and have this over-the-top sex dream about mike from big brother 2. then i log in this morning and read about paige’s urges and how to please jodi… i’ve now turned into a bubbling cauldron of sexual frustration.
someone stir me. quick.
my boss is back a day early.
i parked in his spot this morning.
i hope he doesn’t fire me.
as i’ve mentioned before, we’re in the midst of construction at my place of employment. my department is the last to be demolished and we’re smack in the middle of that right now. everyone except myself has vacated our old office while they tear it apart.
at this moment, i’m sitting in one of the completed offices, my only illumination a 60-watt bulb in a black swing-arm lamp. outside my door, duct work and flourescent lights hang haphazardly from the open ceiling and the floor is covered in construction debris, dust and wire remnants.
but the best part is the laser level makes it look like some warehouse style disco. all we need is music and some glowsticks.
i’m going to a fireworks barbeque tonight. it’s being hosted by dean. normally, i wouldn’t think twice about going, but tonight is different. there will be strangers there. lots of strangers.
in talking to meg last night, the count is up to eighteen people. if that includes the four of us, plus dean’s mom and hazel… that’s still a dozen strangers. the more i think about it, the more nervous i get. this is so not what i need to be doing, especially when i’m having enough self-confidence/body issues to hinder my normal routine.
then there’s the dessert. i’m supposed to bring dessert. the last food. the finale. if the dessert sucks, the evening will be ruined. no pressure. yeah, right. even meghan mentioned that i should ensure my dessert is better than the dessert the other dessert-bringing person is bringing.
so, the plan is as follows: leave work early, fetch stellar dessert from trendy bakery at the quay, iron shirt, nap, eat something healthful so i don’t pig out there, phone meghan, go up, look smashing, be charming and interesting while quashing my nerves, watch fireworks, come home, collapse.
i hope i don’t make a fool of myself.
i will be the most responsible lottery winner ever. i have mapped out how i will spend, gift and invest my winfall, if ever i win. i was discussing this with my mom over the weekend. she’s always one to “put it out to the universe” when you’re in need of something as the “universe will always provide”.
i told her about my plan. she said to put it out to the universe. i told her i have, but the universe isn’t following my plan.
i’ve figured out why they (“they” being any such organisation) insist on playing the most annoying, kenny g-ish muzak while you’re on hold.
it does one of two things: 1) it numbs your brain, causing you to be more placid when voicing complaints; or, 2) it is so distasteful and painful to your ears and soul you are forced to hang up in defeat without ever having spoken your piece.
those fuckers are smart. but i’m tougher. rawr!
it’s been almost an entire year since i last got my hair cut. no wonder it’s so fucking long.
i’m feeling an odd combination of satisfaction and displeasure lately. i’m thoroughly enjoying certain aspects of my life, but others are looming painfully large and daunting.
i like my apartment and my stuff, but i’d like one more room and newer stuff. i like my car, but i’m stressing about all the impending repairs which are sure to befall it. i love my friends, but i’m feeling ugly and unworthy. i like my job, but i don’t want to be at work. i want to travel & meet new people, but i’m fearful of rejection by strangers.
it’s a funk, and i’m sure i’ll work through it, but still. it’s crappy. i don’t like it.