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Wednesday, February 28, 2001
QUAKIN' i was at work on a conference call to seattle when the quake hit them like a ton of falling bricks. kinda strange to be safe in california when cohorts are shaking and rolling in the upper northwest. we did have a 4.4 in the bay area on sunday, which was mildly fun in that heart-pumping adrenaline flowing kind of way. It was my second earthquake. I can't believe there haven't been any reported fatalities from an earthquake that's being reported as a 6.8 or 7.0. Earthquake science isn't my specialty, can someone explain how this can be? The 1989 San Fran quake was a 6.9 and it caused some major fatalites. I guess it's all about where it hits and the structures involved. Tuesday, February 27, 2001
VEGAS BABY just sent out a mass email to pals across the country trying to gather everyone in las vegas for the beginning of the ncaa basketball tournament. i hope at least a few people want to go, b/c i'm pretty excited about it. 48 games that first weekend. it's my definition of heaven. at least as close to heaven as you can get in march. real heaven is baseball season, natch. in case any of you mysterious readers out there were wondering, yes i really do have a few friends that i can stand, but the rest of the world does tend to grate severely on my nerves. thank god for the internet. or should i say, thank gore for the internet. Monday, February 26, 2001
WAIT IS OVER back from dinner- yummy chinese food down the street. not too horrendous company either. i wonder why stephanie likes the jewboys so much- she went from my boy to her boy, and then popped out a baby one. why does everyone feel the need to say 'hey, you should have a baby too'? i personally never ever want to have a freakin baby. Same thinking behind this as the thinking that drives me never to invest in a 401k or retirement plan. i plan on being so far off the planet by that time that the money would just be a wasted effort for me to collect. also- why invite someone to sit down in their own house? if i wanted to sit down, i would. it's my freakin house. don't pretend to be hostess just because you feel uncomfortable with my lurking standing in the shadows. i really can't handle emotions too well; pretty much i just hate everyone. isn't life grand.
MONDAY WAIT 6ish and i'm trying to fill the time between now and dinner- going out to dine with my boy's ex-girl, her hubby & new baby, & The Roomate. Should be smashing fun. Or fun if i get smashed. Which? Oh this guy must twinkle at night. Roga's bday today, but the bitch wouldn't even go out to dinner with me (thus saving me from college-reminiscing hell); he prefers to stay at home by himself and feel blue. I think I know how that feels. Party for Krista over the weekend; strange but telling. Good fun, but thoughts behind the thoughts. Tons of people i didn't know. Lots i did. Realized (or re-realized) that I don't really realize much. Friday, February 23, 2001
WEEKEND DESCENT INTO NOTHING escaped work at 4pm claiming an eye appointment, which was actually taken yesterday during my sick day. Looks like I'll be able to get the last two pairs of modo glasses in stock that are just like mine. I'm only getting one pair, but my optometrist is going ahead and ordering the other, since it's their last and since I'm likely to 1)break 2)have broken 3)lose in a fit of rage 4)leave on the bus my current pair. Good thinking Chester! So my laundry's in the dryer, my slight headache is coalescing into something grander, but I will wait it out to get those clean sheets on the bed. Not sure what the 'asparagus pee' smell of the sheets was, but pretty sure it has something to do with my fever sweats and general sickness these last few days. I just saw a sign up a few doors down for a 2 bedroom flat for rent-- it's such a dilemna! I love the flat I'm living in now with my boyfriend and one other roomate, but I absolutely cannot stand living in the same space with Kimmee the asshole roommate anymore. He is annoying on a level I hadn't dreamed possible when I consented to live here. Not only does he have no friends nor a life (which in itself wouldn't be bad, cuz that's my story too) but he tries to horn in on me & my boy's time together, insinuating himself in the conversation, trying to make eye contact with us while we're watching a game on tv or engaged in something that clearly excludes him. I lost my glasses on Monday out of sheer rage at him b/c I came downstairs to get ready for work and he's just starting up his shower at 8:30am. He's usually clomping loudly out of the house at 8am mind you. So I rage silently, then a little louder, and then storm around the apartment for the 20 minutes he's using the bathroom. Turns out he doesn't even have to go to work b/c it's Presidents Day. FUCKER!!! If this flat had a basement I could shove him into then I'd be fine. But the 3 of us sharing one bathroom makes for a crappy situation. Which reminds me. Kimmee's ex-girlfriend Bitch, I mean Hope, is coming for a lovely 5 day visit next wednesday. Those should be glorious venom filled days. Once I was just settling into a bath when I could hear Bitch pacing back and forth outside the bathroom door, saying "Who does she think she is, hogging the bathroom?" Bitch doesn't even pay the rent here. Bitch doesn't have a leg to stand on in this argument. So in she comes with her non-speaking self for a long ass visit. Just you try to engage her in conversation. If you can even HEAR her responses (doubtful), you'll have forgotten them long before she's finished uttering them because they're unremarkable just like her. Bitch tried to tell me I didn't know what I was talking about in regards to my exstasy experience of the (then) previous night. Talking bout "no one's jaw ever hurts, what are you talking about?" Bitch, you've probably only taken weakass american exstacy MAYBE once in your life and you're gonna go off and try to tell me something? It's almost too laughable for me to get this worked up about her, but what can i say? I'm blogging, and it feels good to let it out. I think I'll even bookmark my blog so her snooping self can 'stumble' across it. I'll rename the bookmark "Hope Do Not Snoop Here You Are A Bitch" Tuesday, February 20, 2001
TEENY-BLOGGERS anyone else out there notice the preponderance of teenage bloggers? i mean, gawddamn! if i have to read another blog about "doing my spanish" or a long diatribe on every single dream this girl has ever had, i will absolutely "like puke my guts out."
SOLUTION TO BOREDOM: foosball. lots of it. heh. last time i wandered back to the game room, i ended up watching these two guys playing who didn't seem to know what a foos was (knocking the ball in with the first player who touches it). I ended up beating one of them, then the other, then both at the same time (2 on 1). Psuedo sexual domination. Yeah.
BOREDOM PERSONIFIED that doesn't even make sense but i'm so bored i can't think straight. Here at work, with nothing to do, with 7 of my other co-workers. We're just salivating at the bit, rarin' to go, but no messages are in our inboxes to test. My internet connection is somewhat spotty so i'm loathe to start a napster spree only to be cut off mid download. HELP. I've been to all my usual sites and don't know where else to turn. Even did some free freelance work for my boy's website. i'm going batty. Monday, February 19, 2001
SPAM FROM FRIENDS OF THE FAMILY: THE ETIQUETTE OF SAYING FUCK OFF POLITELY so i've been receiving a rash of gee-isnt'-life-swell type spam mails from someone i don't know (ambergloweranch@aol.com). you know the emails i mean, the type your mom started sending you immediately upon her first foray onto the web. The stupid chain letters promising eternal happiness if you would just pass the word along. I, of course, being way past this phase of the internet, wrote to the spammer saying "I have no idea who you are, stop sending me email." Now if this was a real spammer, I would have received thousands more emails. As luck would have it, the emails stopped. Until today. Today I read this from ambergloweranch: "Your email address was sent to me in a Christmas Card by my dear friend (*my aunt's name*). I, of course, will no longer send you any emails. However, before I sign off, I would like to say that it is sad to see that PLEASE is not part of your vocabulary--but then this only further verifies to me that social politeness has long since left our planet." Awww, isn't that sweet. It's sad to see that SPAM is part of your vocab, Patti Davise. Tuesday, February 13, 2001
PORN KINGS last night had dinner with not one, not two, but 3 internet porn kings, Seth Warhovsky being the main one, and the other two the bosses of my beau's company. There's nothing better than sipping delicious expensive champagne, eating delicious Farallon seafood, and all at the expense of 30-45 year old lonely men. Conversation did turn a bit raunchy after drinks were consumed, but it's all in the family so no harm was done. Came home drunk and my roomate went positively poppy when he heard the news of porn king dinner. But this is a guy who, immediately upon arrival home from a ski trip, at midnight, goes and sates himself with porn on my computer. He thinks he is tricky by deleting the history, but little does he know about the other areas on the computer that graphics are stored. I mean, you're exhausted by hours of skiing and driving 4 hours home, and LITERALLY within seconds of dropping your keys, you're at the comptuer checking out hot asian babes? Please someone tell me this is not normal, b/c I sure don't think so. More roomate rants to follow. Monday, February 05, 2001
TAX EVASION I did my taxes in an hour, while waiting for the superbowl to start. However, a few days into February, lo and behold I get a miscellaneous tax 1099 form. Bullshit. Now I gotta file amended returns and hope to get a portion of my refund back. Damn. Fuck the IRS. Thursday, February 01, 2001
DOES ANYONE HEAR ME IF I SCREAM OUT LOUD? i am the proverbial tree crashing in the forest. none of my 'friends' (1/2 of which are imaginary) will come out to watch the duke v. unc game with me. people are either working or going to class. to watch the game in the presence of strangers does not discomfort me, but i wonder if i am made of human flesh or ghostly sheets.
STRANGE DREAMS finally had a dream i remembered last night; me, my boy, & his cousin going on vacation in mexico. it was more of a feeling trickling through the layers of sleep and landing on me fresheyed and awake. i can still see the room as we were leaving, full of sunshine and sodenberg induced bright shots. huh. must be b/c i saw traffic last night. Anyway, one weird part where M was sitting in a bathtub full of hot brown shitted water, trying to excrete his own creation. Does this mean my relationship is going down the shitter. |