LJ,

It's not that you haven't been good to me. In fact you've been one of the most faithful elements of my life for the past six years (omg I need to get a life), but I need to move.

See, while your community aspect is nice and good and all that, I want to be able to post more than two photos of my dog in an entry without feeling guilty that I'm clogging up someone else's plumbing. I won't get into what I think when I see whining about whether or not someone's used a cut tag. The one place where we shouldn't have to worry about being courteous is on our own pages. cough.

But primarily (and in a most hypocritical sense), I feel pretty crappy for not opening this up to the fam. And it's a whole lot easier to start a new page than it is to fish through six years of my own whining to clean up curse words and references to illicit drugs, hangovers & one night stands, you know, all the embarrassing realizations we get to come to by our mid twenties....

I'll miss your hex codes. I was real happy with this last design. But a white page looks nice for a change.

Au revoir mes amies! I can now be located at the gender neutral


---> http://sharpcorners.blogspot.com <---


K.I.T.

oh yeah.. you know...

http://cuddlycavies.homestead.com/costumes.html

I'm tired of my job again. Or at least for the moment I'm uninspired. Yesterday when a packaging magazine showed up at my house it went straight into the trash. I'd rather read US weekly.

What would life be like if your field of work were something you sniffed out even outside of the 9-5? How much easier would it be to get up on time in the morning if no amount of monies in the world would affect your motivation?

Like this. How would my outlook be different?

What was it that frightened me out of doing anything creative? Oh yeah... that.

I've started a twitter page, though I'm not really sure what the point of it is yet.

Maybe it's the current spat between Peter Margasak & his peers in journalism, or maybe it's the adventure pick audio book (I drive A LOT) I took out from the public library which, to my delight, ended up being a British young adult novel about stuffing bras & lieing to your parents, but last night my nightmare was ACE:

_____
Somehow it took the Livonia Public School System eleven years to figure out that I somehow didn't finish High School - that I'd received my diploma in error & had to go back.

I cried for a while about having to give up my job here, fretted over the state of my hair when they made me take my hat off (because, you know hats aren't allowed in the classroom), and spent the rest of the night fussing with my locker combination.
_______

[end scene]

Today is jeans day at work. Jeans day really gives you an opportunity to classify your coworkers according to level of dorkitude. Not be confused with the likelihood someone would make up a word like dorkitude. Really.

Going home to the Detroit this weekend. Leaving the pup and the boy here in the city. Embarking on an intensive weekend of "mom teaches daughter useful skills in dressmaking." I've realized that for some reason I can only learn in condensed and focused settings. In college I'd have to cram an entire semester of Physics into one week in solitary confinement. And the ten-week dressmaking course I took at Vogue a while back was all but useless by the time we got to the end. Is that a symptom of my attention span?

whoa. it seems that they've un-firewalled me. for a moment at least.

Yo check it out. I got a red purse on ebay for a dollar today. Hot damn, right? I like this one because it looks very... just like a red purse should look. As if it's something Smurfette would carry. And no I don't mean that Anna Nicole parody of Smurfette. What an unhappy thought.

Also got Fannie a blue pea coat with little toggle buttons and actual dog pockets for carrying dog things in. For next winter. You know. Winter stuff is marked down like 75% at Petsmart right now!

Last night I dreamed I left a raging party to go purchase finches. Nothing more to it. I admit I'd like to have some finches some day. That sound they make is just nuts. beep beep eep eep eep. And they always work in the buddy system. And that's just cute.

I'm stuck in consumer mode this week and I'm starting to feel really crappy about myself. I mean, five bucks here, four bucks there, but it's still crap I don't need when you get down to it. There are mountains of free things around me to keep me occupied, yet what's most exciting is dog outfits and handbags.

And this week flew by.

Anyhow, it's prolly best that tonight the dog and I are staying in. I should like to have the house tidied up before dude comes home but I'm so beat I just kind of look around and wonder how our place got to be such a wreck. Full on mess. For serious. Not normal. Our blinds and curtains are even all screwed up like a lamda chi alpha house or something. It's baffling.

I'm tired of writing.

I realize I've not been keeping you updated. Here are some goings on:

The day started out badly when I got into an argument with my accountant. After hanging up the phone I felt sad and after reviewing the letter from the IRS for the thirtieth time I felt even worse. I was wrong. I'll call him tomorrow to apologize for being a monster.

The moon is big and bright tonight. And hanging lower than usual. No point. Just an observation.

Dog is looking very muppet-esque and is going in on Friday to get her Spring shave down. When I called to make the appointment I said something to the effect of "Now I realize there's nothing you can do about it at this point, but I felt you should know that the last time we brought her in, she came back with fleas. And by complete coincidence I've heard from two other people that their dogs also came home from your place with fleas." To which the woman on the phone said "Ohhh Noooooo.. You can't get fleas from here. You get fleas from your HOUSE."

Wtf.

Best Buy is on week #2 of giving me the run around after putting gouges in the dashboard of my new car. After three phone calls to the store, one to Best Buy corporate and two physical visits to the store, I still can't get them to choke up a claim number or any kind of written documentation that they're planning on fixing my dashboard.

What

is

going down with my communication skills?

On the brighter side, I went very far on the treadmill at the gym tonight and have eaten mostly vegetables for the past two weeks. Burning high quality fuel at a high temperature. I'm clean and tired in the best way possible. Here's hoping that expending that extra energy will ward off dreams and nightmares for one night and allow me to get some actual rest. No dreams. No dreams. No nightmares.

Zach is sitting next to me and he smells fabulous. Like Neutrogena rainbath. He just gave me a number five sticker to put on my computer. I'm going to cover him with kisses.

So after my last post we went down the street to a bar where by two drinks I was sobbing over having not said good-bye to the car or even telling it where it was going. My dude is such a great sport. This is also where it comes in handy to have gay friends. I couldn't have felt Adam's honesty more when he said to me "you're telling the right people."

Right now I'm doing this thing I do often - where I bring home groceries, start dinner, and walk away while z does 90+% of the cooking. And I sit here and write about it instead of helping him. But dang, he's such a better cook than I am, and God knows he has a better idea of what to do with that green chili salsa I brought home.

He's so great.

Yay! We just sold my little blue car! It went to a good home, I think. I only cried a little when it drove off (honestly). Now if you'll excuse me, Zach and I need to pose for stupid pictures with the thousands of dollars in actual cash that they gave me.

just discovered

on the stax records 50th anniversary site. If you give the page a minute to load you'll see the stax radio thing on the top right with a pull down list of streaming songs. It's like a stax internet radio station.

Ok, so later on in the list some of the [crap] newer recordings from the earth wind & fire tribute record are thrown in there (which I have little faith in) but at least let Booker T & Johnnie Taylor make you shake your thang for an hour.

Still coughing & sneezing. Everyone seems to cover their mouths when they come near me. Tonight Ivo and Zach had to hold a business meeting at a bar down the street because Ivo is afraid of me and my germy house.

Tomorrow is Heritage Potluck Day at work. I guess you're supposed to bring a dish that represents your heritage. It'd cost too much to get a case of Detroit style coney islands sent out from National. If I were to cook anything people would probably be too afraid to touch it for fear of my germs. So I'm bringing ice cream sandwiches. They're very Mediterranean, don't you know?

The house is quiet. I'm rarely alone any more. Yet I can't seem to sleep until he gets home.

Tomorrow while I'm at work, Zach is going to pick up our puppy from Michigan, where she's been for the past week. ! And as soon as I get home from work I'll squeeze the poop out of her.

Speaking of crap,



Although I suppose we knew it would happen sooner than later

...so it goes.

Check it out. Zach got me an invisi-pony for my birthday! It's parked in the vacant lot next to our apartment building. Add this to the reasons I never want this overpriced lot to sell.

I just wrote a big paragraph about my day and its sequence of events. Then I erased it.

I have a cold. I'm snotting everywhere. Damn you New York. My next vacation will be on a beach.

Look

what

I

got!!!!



Look at that butt!! If you know me, you probably know that I've wanted this thing for years. Maybe I'm still in shock. Maybe I'm still in shock that I just took out another loan just as I'm paying one off. Maybe this. Maybe that. My brother told me that life is too short. And so...

I am rollin' so SPARKLY now! It has a moon roof so's that I can take part in Puerto Rico Day this year. It's got leather seats that cause the dog to slide from one side to the next. Leather seats. Meh. India says that leather is a by-product. But... seats aside, it's under warranty up to 60,000 miles and Tom & Ray from Car Talk love it. Now I can join one of the many elantra clubs on the web & maybe make friends with dudes like this:




A whole

new

world!!!

My exhaust manifold is cracked. I sound like a racecar. I just called three different places for estimates to get it fixed and was given the following (parts + labor) totals: $320, $543, $700. I hate people.


In lighter news, my grandpa is getting up there in age so the whole family got together to take portraits at Sears this weekend. Hell no, we don't normally do this. And yes, I do think it's a little um.. uncommon. I mean maybe when the kids are small but... eyyy... good tiiiimmes. What the hell. Afterward we all went to ye olde country buffet where they had mini corn dogs and chocolate souffle. yes.









I think my bumpa looks good as a bun bun.

They are moving me over to the corporate office here at work, and away from Barry. I seriously think I might cry. Barry is my sunshine at work. He is my best fwend here. How will I keep up my esteem without his wacky poop stories?

Shit happens. Who moved my cheese?

: (

I can't believe none of you find that funny. What's this world coming to?

Aight aight. Perhaps Prince lyrics are only hilarious and blog worthy after a few whiskies. Whiskies. That's a funny word. Like wiskers. On a man. I saw this super macho commercial for a high tech electric razor on the television this weekend, and the voiceover man actually referred to the facial hair as wiskers. And somehow this didn't lessen the macho. Lessen the macho. That rings funny as well.


Here's something that's funny with or without whiskies:

Dig if u will the picture
Of u and I engaged in a kiss
The sweat of your body covers me
Can u my darling
Can u picture this?

Dream if u can a courtyard
An ocean of violets in bloom
Animals strike curious poses
They feel the heat
The heat between me and u

How can u just leave me standing?
Alone in a world thats so cold? (so cold)
Maybe Im just 2 demanding
Maybe Im just like my father 2 bold
Maybe youre just like my mother
Shes never satisfied (shes never satisfied)
Why do we scream at each other
This is what it sounds like
When doves cry

Touch if u will my stomach
Feel how it trembles inside
Youve got the butterflies all tied up
Dont make me chase u
Even doves have pride


okay. that's enough.

Ugh. Even at the executive level, meatings can be totally unproductive.

It's 74 degrees out. I'm going to drive my car. Hooray!