For the first time in my life, I really like my neighbors. I live in a shit hole, but have absolutely no desire to move once our lease is up because they are that amazing. Something in the world is right at least.
I want a cigarette. I would also like to punch Scott square in his shit for taking the car to see aforementioned neighbors play blues and not dropping me by the store first. It was intentional on his part. As a lifelong non-smoker he thinks he's doing me a huge favor. As an ex-smoker that is in a bad mood I can tell you he is doing no one a favor, because by the time he gets back, I'll likely be uber bitchy.
I can't always get what I want. I'm not so spoiled to believe I can, but it would be super swell if one freaking thing went my way today.
On a brighter but weird note, my doberman does the most hilarious dance after he poops. This was the saving grace of today. Who knew poop could be so amusing.
I want a cigarette. I would also like to punch Scott square in his shit for taking the car to see aforementioned neighbors play blues and not dropping me by the store first. It was intentional on his part. As a lifelong non-smoker he thinks he's doing me a huge favor. As an ex-smoker that is in a bad mood I can tell you he is doing no one a favor, because by the time he gets back, I'll likely be uber bitchy.
I can't always get what I want. I'm not so spoiled to believe I can, but it would be super swell if one freaking thing went my way today.
On a brighter but weird note, my doberman does the most hilarious dance after he poops. This was the saving grace of today. Who knew poop could be so amusing.
John McCain....you befuddle me.
My question to all those fools in the audience is:
Do you prefer to shit on a toilet or in a hole?
If you answered in a hole, you are clearly republican, and deserve what you get.
John McCain, I want to like you. I want to overlook your .017% minority constituency, your fondness for Palin, your inability to speak and further your inability to read a teleprompter properly. Unfortunately, even being old and previously fucked by the government can't help you now. Camera three can't hone in on your one token Asian smiling quickly enough. Nope, camera three finds aforementioned Asian looking bored, or worse, confused.
John McCain, I admire your tenacity and service to this pitiful shadow of a country, but I will never, NEVER, cast my vote in your direction.
My question to all those fools in the audience is:
Do you prefer to shit on a toilet or in a hole?
If you answered in a hole, you are clearly republican, and deserve what you get.
John McCain, I want to like you. I want to overlook your .017% minority constituency, your fondness for Palin, your inability to speak and further your inability to read a teleprompter properly. Unfortunately, even being old and previously fucked by the government can't help you now. Camera three can't hone in on your one token Asian smiling quickly enough. Nope, camera three finds aforementioned Asian looking bored, or worse, confused.
John McCain, I admire your tenacity and service to this pitiful shadow of a country, but I will never, NEVER, cast my vote in your direction.
I'm a literary terrorist. That's what I was just told. It may be true, as my motto is not "Drill, baby, Drill." Those sickening words bring a few things to mind, all equally preposterous;
1) Small american children in oil fields "drilling" with slurpee straws
2) Imminent death from overexposure to Rudy Giuliani
3) Suicide, at a Shell station
Number three is just more of a wish because I can't tear myself away from the Ignoramous National Convention. It's shocking really. Like watching a train wreck.
My boss thinks that Palin will pick up the ex Hillary supporters. As a former Hill fan, I can say my main reason for tolerating her was based on her PRO CHOICE platform. I disagree with my boss. I think it's great McCain picked a dumpy middle-aged pro-life broad as a running mate. It's almost as if he was paid to lose the election.
Grandma Palin and Giuliani, you make me want to stab myself in the ears with screwdrivers
Go back to high school.
Also Palin, just because you have a special needs kid doesn't mean you can exploit him for a vote or two.
1) Small american children in oil fields "drilling" with slurpee straws
2) Imminent death from overexposure to Rudy Giuliani
3) Suicide, at a Shell station
Number three is just more of a wish because I can't tear myself away from the Ignoramous National Convention. It's shocking really. Like watching a train wreck.
My boss thinks that Palin will pick up the ex Hillary supporters. As a former Hill fan, I can say my main reason for tolerating her was based on her PRO CHOICE platform. I disagree with my boss. I think it's great McCain picked a dumpy middle-aged pro-life broad as a running mate. It's almost as if he was paid to lose the election.
Grandma Palin and Giuliani, you make me want to stab myself in the ears with screwdrivers
Go back to high school.
Also Palin, just because you have a special needs kid doesn't mean you can exploit him for a vote or two.
I'd like to compile soundtracks for a living.
Yes, I'm drunk, or at least tipsy anyhow. I want to be immersed in sound constantly. I sit in an office all day and dream about what the next song my memory will play. Will it be perfect for the moment or need to be swapped or scrapped entirely?
If I could spend my life putting music together that inspires defined feelings, I would. I would. I would.
Yes, I'm drunk, or at least tipsy anyhow. I want to be immersed in sound constantly. I sit in an office all day and dream about what the next song my memory will play. Will it be perfect for the moment or need to be swapped or scrapped entirely?
If I could spend my life putting music together that inspires defined feelings, I would. I would. I would.
I just made the mistake of reading a few of my past journal entries. Wow. Frightening on many levels. Midway through my masochistic perusing, I realized something inside me just sorta snapped at a certain, undiscernable point. Funny thing is, I can't decide whether I'm more balanced now, or simply generic.
I've apparently dumbed myself down substantially. Perhaps it was the 18 months spent in DC, or the fact I'm becoming old and cranky. Whatever the reason, I'm finding it more difficult with each passing day to form actual friendships. For the first time in my life I have a serious depletion of friends. Sadly, it all comes down to laziness. I don't like being needed outside of work because I'm a total flake. I hate plans, commitments, investments.
At one time, I might have been able to chalk it up to being burned too many times. At this point, I'm so fricking exhausted by the most menial task (outside work) that I've given up on socializing. I can't even bring myself to pick up the goddamned phone and call my best friend, who I've seen twice since I moved back last April.
I can't figure out who I really am anymore. I know what I want, but the motivation is absent. I have taken on a "whats the point" mentality that just ISN'T who I am. At one point, I despised apathy. I'm starting to think it's acceptable.
Scott has been up my ass to go to poker on Wednesday nights with him, but I can't imagine anything I'd rather do less than that. And it isn't a being around him thing...for christsakes we work together, live together, sleep together...we pretty much do everything together short of using the bathroom. Which is great. But I need to take a class, or have a hobby (other than working outside of work). And is it that I really want that, or simply want to feel like a "normal" person.
I don't know. I just don't know.
I've apparently dumbed myself down substantially. Perhaps it was the 18 months spent in DC, or the fact I'm becoming old and cranky. Whatever the reason, I'm finding it more difficult with each passing day to form actual friendships. For the first time in my life I have a serious depletion of friends. Sadly, it all comes down to laziness. I don't like being needed outside of work because I'm a total flake. I hate plans, commitments, investments.
At one time, I might have been able to chalk it up to being burned too many times. At this point, I'm so fricking exhausted by the most menial task (outside work) that I've given up on socializing. I can't even bring myself to pick up the goddamned phone and call my best friend, who I've seen twice since I moved back last April.
I can't figure out who I really am anymore. I know what I want, but the motivation is absent. I have taken on a "whats the point" mentality that just ISN'T who I am. At one point, I despised apathy. I'm starting to think it's acceptable.
Scott has been up my ass to go to poker on Wednesday nights with him, but I can't imagine anything I'd rather do less than that. And it isn't a being around him thing...for christsakes we work together, live together, sleep together...we pretty much do everything together short of using the bathroom. Which is great. But I need to take a class, or have a hobby (other than working outside of work). And is it that I really want that, or simply want to feel like a "normal" person.
I don't know. I just don't know.
The Carmax Saga: Part II
Did the Carmax thing for the third time today. It amazes me that they can skew a 125pt inspection in such a way to reveal my 2006 Xb to only be worth $9,000. A car with less than 20K miles on it, that has ALWAYS had seat covers, and that they offered me $11,500 on in November 2007. I had no idea my car would depriciate $2500 in value in three short months.
The most obnoxious part was having to wait in a ridonculously overstaffed "warehouse" with two uber loud receptionists cackling for over an hour. I think my car must have depriciated to afford a staff of 8 or so to stand around all day and crack banal jokes with each other. There was zero sense of professionalism.
Which leaves me with the paper, CL, and numerous internet sites by which to sell my car. At this point I suppose I may as well keep the piece of shit. The hassle of selling just sort of turns my stomach.
Did the Carmax thing for the third time today. It amazes me that they can skew a 125pt inspection in such a way to reveal my 2006 Xb to only be worth $9,000. A car with less than 20K miles on it, that has ALWAYS had seat covers, and that they offered me $11,500 on in November 2007. I had no idea my car would depriciate $2500 in value in three short months.
The most obnoxious part was having to wait in a ridonculously overstaffed "warehouse" with two uber loud receptionists cackling for over an hour. I think my car must have depriciated to afford a staff of 8 or so to stand around all day and crack banal jokes with each other. There was zero sense of professionalism.
Which leaves me with the paper, CL, and numerous internet sites by which to sell my car. At this point I suppose I may as well keep the piece of shit. The hassle of selling just sort of turns my stomach.
Managed care can suck my buttocks
I took the day off work to have a CT scan of my neck. I was told all I had to do was show up for the scan. Apparently, my insurance authorization never went through. Meaning I would be paying out of pocket if by the end of the scan they hadn't faxed in the authorization. I am not independently wealthy (shocking I know), so I had to reschedule. Balls balls balls. I didn't even get to sleep in. I'm thinking about letting my COBRA lapse and saving the $300 a month I shell out for insurance.
Work has been so slow lately. Has anyone else noticed a decline in business (those of you that own or manage local businesses)? It seems the last thing anyone wants to spend money on is dental care for their pets, which equals too much time off for me. However, I do have time now to spiff my car up so I can get rid of it at Carmax (hopefully).
I took the day off work to have a CT scan of my neck. I was told all I had to do was show up for the scan. Apparently, my insurance authorization never went through. Meaning I would be paying out of pocket if by the end of the scan they hadn't faxed in the authorization. I am not independently wealthy (shocking I know), so I had to reschedule. Balls balls balls. I didn't even get to sleep in. I'm thinking about letting my COBRA lapse and saving the $300 a month I shell out for insurance.
Work has been so slow lately. Has anyone else noticed a decline in business (those of you that own or manage local businesses)? It seems the last thing anyone wants to spend money on is dental care for their pets, which equals too much time off for me. However, I do have time now to spiff my car up so I can get rid of it at Carmax (hopefully).
Hiya,
I'm back. For anyone in central Texas that enjoys camping, I would love to organize a semi-massive group camping expedition to Pace Bend or Enchanted Rock. This would be a car camping trip...a pretty amateur event with plenty of drinks. Thoughts?
I'm back. For anyone in central Texas that enjoys camping, I would love to organize a semi-massive group camping expedition to Pace Bend or Enchanted Rock. This would be a car camping trip...a pretty amateur event with plenty of drinks. Thoughts?
