Let me take your hand, I'm shaking like milk
Turning Turning blue all over the windows and the floors
Fires outside in the sky look as perfect as cats
The two of us together again
But it's just the same, A stupid game
But I don't care if you don't
And I don't feel if you don't
And I don't want it if you don't
And I won't say it if you won't say it first
-The Cure, Lets Go to Bed
Theres something in the water here; or, perhaps I should say, LACK of water here. Last night, while retrieving my laundry from the dryer in the basement, I saw something scurry in the corner of my vision. I turned just in time to see a giant, and I mean GIANT cricket scuttle into one of the shadowy, dank corners and out of sight.
I have one of those scary-ass dark and dirty basements: you know, the kind you know has doubled as a set for the final creepy scene in some low-budget horror movie. Weve all lived in one of these buildings, where you secretly suspected that the reason why the basement was so dimly lit was because thats where the landlord hid the bodies.
Speaking of landlords, mine is in that very basement right now. No, hes not walling up his latest victim, (at least I dont [think] thats what hes doing); hes closely examining the hot water heater that died on me sometime prior to my shower time this morning. Ah, surprises: life just wouldnt be the same without ice cold water pummeling my skin at 5:00 in the morning. I finally wimped out and resorted to a sponge bath using water I heated up in the microwave. Some of you might remember my mentioning a problem with my heating and hot water system in previous journal entries; if my slumlord keeps with tradition, hes probably slapping duct tape and a couple of paper clips on the tank. And I will be sponging it again next week.
Final piece of sadistic amusement for the day. Last night my teachers union was supposed to rally outside of our mayors fundraiser event in protest of our frozen contracts, but because negotiations are supposed to be under way, union reps asked us to stand down and not attend. This morning on the news, I saw that other unions had decided to go ahead with their protests, most specifically, the police and firefighters unions. Hows that for a little eye candy? So, this afternoon, I ran into one of my union reps at school and jokingly told her that if we plan an event to stand with another union full of hot firefighters, would she please make sure it isnt canceled? She stared at me and said, I didnt get the impression you were into that thing. I replied, What? and she explained, You know, men. Uh. WHAT?! I have to tell you, friends, Im starting to get a complex. I wear makeup, my hair is growing out, and while I dont carry a purse, I wore a pink shirt today: PINK! Why have so many people assumed me to be a lesbian?! am I a lesbian? Im always the last to know these things, apparently.
Brew Fest tomorrow afternoon and Wayne (aka the bar cock- blocker) is pouring for a local brewery. Ill be going just to walk around as I am not a beer fan. Shouldnt there really be a tequila or vodka festival traveling to my town?
I am about 2 seconds away from jumping in my car and driving to the gas station for a pack of cigarettes.
ADDED 11:17 for Vanzetti :
Turning Turning blue all over the windows and the floors
Fires outside in the sky look as perfect as cats
The two of us together again
But it's just the same, A stupid game
But I don't care if you don't
And I don't feel if you don't
And I don't want it if you don't
And I won't say it if you won't say it first
-The Cure, Lets Go to Bed
Theres something in the water here; or, perhaps I should say, LACK of water here. Last night, while retrieving my laundry from the dryer in the basement, I saw something scurry in the corner of my vision. I turned just in time to see a giant, and I mean GIANT cricket scuttle into one of the shadowy, dank corners and out of sight.
I have one of those scary-ass dark and dirty basements: you know, the kind you know has doubled as a set for the final creepy scene in some low-budget horror movie. Weve all lived in one of these buildings, where you secretly suspected that the reason why the basement was so dimly lit was because thats where the landlord hid the bodies.
Speaking of landlords, mine is in that very basement right now. No, hes not walling up his latest victim, (at least I dont [think] thats what hes doing); hes closely examining the hot water heater that died on me sometime prior to my shower time this morning. Ah, surprises: life just wouldnt be the same without ice cold water pummeling my skin at 5:00 in the morning. I finally wimped out and resorted to a sponge bath using water I heated up in the microwave. Some of you might remember my mentioning a problem with my heating and hot water system in previous journal entries; if my slumlord keeps with tradition, hes probably slapping duct tape and a couple of paper clips on the tank. And I will be sponging it again next week.
Final piece of sadistic amusement for the day. Last night my teachers union was supposed to rally outside of our mayors fundraiser event in protest of our frozen contracts, but because negotiations are supposed to be under way, union reps asked us to stand down and not attend. This morning on the news, I saw that other unions had decided to go ahead with their protests, most specifically, the police and firefighters unions. Hows that for a little eye candy? So, this afternoon, I ran into one of my union reps at school and jokingly told her that if we plan an event to stand with another union full of hot firefighters, would she please make sure it isnt canceled? She stared at me and said, I didnt get the impression you were into that thing. I replied, What? and she explained, You know, men. Uh. WHAT?! I have to tell you, friends, Im starting to get a complex. I wear makeup, my hair is growing out, and while I dont carry a purse, I wore a pink shirt today: PINK! Why have so many people assumed me to be a lesbian?! am I a lesbian? Im always the last to know these things, apparently.
Brew Fest tomorrow afternoon and Wayne (aka the bar cock- blocker) is pouring for a local brewery. Ill be going just to walk around as I am not a beer fan. Shouldnt there really be a tequila or vodka festival traveling to my town?
I am about 2 seconds away from jumping in my car and driving to the gas station for a pack of cigarettes.
ADDED 11:17 for Vanzetti :
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And those giant crickets are nasty. Loud and they bite.
Kind of like a drunk cheerleader.
my landlord never even fixes anything half way. which is why a friend of mine came over last night and hung a ceiling fan and fixed my kitchen light. both were things the landlord has been saying he was going to do for a month. Thank god for friends, oooo and he's a cute friend, too
i never thought you were a lesbian, i mean you never hit on me, and i am hot so you must be straight