More personal misery, fictional or otherwise, than anyone should subject themselves to in a 24-hour period.
First, I was in the mood for a movie. freddyg loaned me The Rules of Attraction, and it was one of the best movies I've seen lately. Another Bret Easton Ellis novel adaptation. But ultimately, its truth and familiarity crushed my spirit.
So then I figured some reading might do me good and finished up A Farewell to Arms. Be warned: every time Hemingway starts talking about things in any kind of cheery manner, he's just getting ready to lower the boom on you. In the back of my mind, I saw a worst-case scenario ending coming. But I just had to open myself up to the idea of a happy ending.
Nope. Just another chop to the gut with a dull axe blade.
swissssssh thWACK *gurgle*
Buk was right: "Hemingway? Well, he knew how to write but he didn't know how to laugh."
And now the girl downstairs is fighting with her boyfriend. A whole lot of yelling, slamming doors, and crying. Poor girl.
I've got to get the hell out of here for a while. Sunday afternoon libations, anyone?
First, I was in the mood for a movie. freddyg loaned me The Rules of Attraction, and it was one of the best movies I've seen lately. Another Bret Easton Ellis novel adaptation. But ultimately, its truth and familiarity crushed my spirit.
So then I figured some reading might do me good and finished up A Farewell to Arms. Be warned: every time Hemingway starts talking about things in any kind of cheery manner, he's just getting ready to lower the boom on you. In the back of my mind, I saw a worst-case scenario ending coming. But I just had to open myself up to the idea of a happy ending.
Nope. Just another chop to the gut with a dull axe blade.
swissssssh thWACK *gurgle*
Buk was right: "Hemingway? Well, he knew how to write but he didn't know how to laugh."
And now the girl downstairs is fighting with her boyfriend. A whole lot of yelling, slamming doors, and crying. Poor girl.
I've got to get the hell out of here for a while. Sunday afternoon libations, anyone?
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I did go on my trip alone but as expressed by a true Southern belle, "I've always depended on the kindness of strangers."
Additionally, I had intended to go to New Mexico... but realized that gas is fucking expensive and I hadn't really investigated my part of the state. So, I actually went to a couple places about an hour away. *shrug* It was still a very sexy trip.
I may be jealous of the orange chip/Mrs Dash concoction. As tasty as it may sound, eating cold peas out of a can is not particularly great.
CDS is a magazine fulfillment bureau (communication data services) they are based in Des Moines but have facilities all over Iowa. I thought they had one in Ames, maybe not. I flew out to Des Moines 5 years or so ago for a seminar they were giving. I was working for a magazine at the time that used CDS. And that is the one and only time I've ever been in Iowa. While there, a group of us stumbled upon a dance club serving Miller Lite for 99 cents!!!! We shut the place down and tried to get back to the hotel through all those tunnels above the streets just to find that they are closed and locked in different places and we couldn't figure out how the hell to get back to the hotel. Thank goodness we didn't run into any nice Iowa police officers...can you say public intox!?!?