Friday, 27 December 2002

Hi. So sick of work!! Had nice Christmas apart from the normal depressing aspect of it. Kris spent a whole two days with my family and got me hooked up for HBO for the final season of OZ. So .. that was good... this Kris is a pretty good guy. Of course I will probably eventually muck it up like I always do. Bah!

What a gross day today and I can't wait to go home!

Saturday, 14 December 2002

Gavotte: This dance comes from France. During the 16th Century it was customary for the leading couple to kiss each other and everyone else in the room at the end of their special "shine". It finally became a stage dance. Although it has a long and varied history it is still charming and has been used by modern composers for chamber music.
YOU PROBABLY THINK THIS BLOG IS ABOUT YOU....

YOU'RE SO VAIN
Carly Simon

You walked in to the party like you were walking onto a yacht
Your hat strategically dipped below one eye
Your scarf - it was apricot
You had one eye in the mirror as you watched yourself gavotte
And all the girls dreamed that they'd be your partner, they'd be your partner, and
You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you, don't you, don't you?

Well, you had me several years ago when I was still quite naive
When you said that we made such a pretty pair
And that you would never leave
But you gave away the things you loved, and one of them was me
I had some dreams there were clouds in my coffee, clouds in my coffee, and

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you, don't you, don't you?

Well, I hear you went up to Saratoga
And your horse, naturally, won
Then you flew your lear jet to Nova Scotia to see the total eclipse of the sun
Well, you're where you should be all the time
And when you're not, you're with some underworld spy or the wife of a close friend, wife of a close friend, and

You're so vain, you probably think this song is about you
You're so vain
I'll bet you think this song is about you, don't you, don't you?


which begs the question... what does gavotte mean!?!?!?!?!?
and u know i always thought it said your hair strategically nipped below one eye.....LOL
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Yikes! What is up with stupid Yahoo?? I wanted to change my homepage, to put a dumb Christmas pic on, but the darn thing won't let me! #%@^ Anyhoo was taken at Pier 39, at this silly touristy thing where they put you in a video where it looks like you are flying over SF in a sleigh... I guess they do it year-round and it is usually a magic carpet. But ours was a sleigh and it was pretty funny cuz we were hamming it up. Anyway what an awful day today was. I mean, kinda fun, but in an insane way..... Went XMAS shopping and tell me why I ran into a hellish BLAST FROM THE PAST that i haven't seen in years, and never wanted to again. Well, I could have been imagining things but I don't think so... Just my luck that this jerk is working at a Borders two blocks from me. It's the story of my sorry life. Anyhoo thank you to Kris for buying me the Donnas and this crazy Ray Conniff Christmas thing I used to listen to as a kid. So I have the Elvis christmas, and that, and now all I need is the goofy one where they do Grinch songs and my patched up childhood memory collection will be COMPLETE. Anyway speaking of Elvis if you haven't seen Lilo and Stitch -must do so. This is a sweet and sad lil cartoon. I watched it on my dad's birthday and I was all alone and it made me cry like an idiot. And so, happy holidays .....And eventually a Christmas pic if Yahoo ever works again.........Ohh also ..I talked to Pollito for the first time in months which was cool bcz i haven't talked to him in ages. "My neighbor promised to tidy up her yard, but it took the contagious"

Wednesday, 4 December 2002

Just a thought.. does Yahoo! gradually start routing u more and more spam just to get u to upgrade to the pay-for email address with hi-tech spam filter? Or am I real paranoid.

Once again I have ended up hating my job but now I would feel guilty if I quit because it would make everything harder on everyone else. Life is fun, huh? Weeee!

Thursday, 7 November 2002

It's raining it's pouring the old man is snoring. Oh, it's just Kris. :P Actually the old man is at work. First shift this week, too. I don't know if he is crazy or I am. I have this weird estrogen-powered insanity going, I hate it. It is like feeling completely fucking pissed off and then all or a sudden you are bleeding and you are like "oh.... that was totally irrational". But in me and Kris's case (Kris and I's???) it like maybe it wasn't. Maybe he is being a shit because he know I have PMS and he can push my buttons. I am begining to think that I will never settle down with anyone. And you know what? I don't mind. I will be an old spinster. Spinster's kick ass!

Saw Lisa on Friday and she is happy with her new job, which is cool! She is lucky! We were gonna go to a movie but man oh man even My Big Fat Greek Wedding was sold out and that has been playing since Hector was a pup. Completely off that subject but what is the deal?(sez Jerry) with the Larry David Curb Your Enthusiam show??? It should be good but it bores me to death. It is like a bad episode of Seinfeld starring a mutant version of Woody Allen. Consider my enthusiam curbed. Billy taped the Sopranos and stuff so we could watch. Is why I am even seeing this on my rabbit ears TV. I gotta get cable just for OZ though, I don't want to miss any and Billy's taping is sporadic at best.

Thursday, 24 October 2002

testing to see if this only published when i write it at work

Wednesday, 23 October 2002

I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today
lately i have been listening to mostly: Hole- Pretty on the Inside.
lately I am always stuck watching: baseball (with my headphones on listening to the above)
and "Seinfeld" reruns, which I am sick of actually. I liked it at the time and now I am sick of it. But Kris always wants to watch it because there are so many he missed the 1st time around. But it is not something I can watsh over and over like "The Simpsons", i get really bored of it. And Kris is working the past three nights so I have had the TV off! geez now i am rambling.
lately we saw: Punch Drunk Love... it was really good but it had me all nervous. That something really awful was going to occur. Which is how I felt in Paul Thomas Anderson's Boogie Nights, too. I thought the only guy I liked in it, the guy Don Cheadle played, was going to get killed. And also that part where Sister Christian is playing and the guy keeps setting off firecrackers. This movie had weirdly loud scenes, too. I guess that PT Anderson is good at making me jump out of my skin. And then it fit in weird to a bunch of Popeye related coincidences. Okay I know this makes no sense, but for some reason the latest thing between me and Kri is to say "Stops it, Olives!" in a Popeye voice when we are making fun of each other (as I said, it makes no sense). Then we had some magazine with an ad for some kind of booze and some semi-nude model was holding up an Olive Oyl mask. Then I wanted to rent Popeye with Robin Williams and didn't... we saw Punch Drunk Love that weekend and it plays a song that Shelly Duvall sings in Popeye. So by then I really wanted to rent the damn thing and our video store doesn't have it! So the last weird thing is I forgot my atm card Tuesday so I went to the bar where Kris works where I know everybody who works there (it is like Cheers and I am like Cliff Clavin) and i got a burger to go and they said it was okay if i paid for it later. So Curt who I worked with asked where I got it from and I told him that story. And he was all "Oh, you're like that guy in Popeye!"
Ok this puppy hasn't been posting onto the website lets see if it works today-
news: at work.. another one bites the dust (oops i almost wrote bites the desk, well, that too) Will I be next to go? and as always the eternal question- what am I doing with my life? What do I want to do? Kris had this article about people who are postponers- who work as bartenders or waiters while they are figuring out what to do for their "real" career.. well, i feel like I am doing that same thing. Problem is, this job i am doing is sapping all of my creativity.
no subject: how weird is it that the person who gave me my cat because she was moving out is about the same age as me, has tattoos like me (even a Disney one) and collects little toys and stuff. And she is doing exactly what i wanted to do for a job originally, namely editing film. I don't get it, what did I do wrong that she did right? I tried and tried to get a foot in the door to no avail and i know that it was something that i was good at. I just got screwed over when i worked for the egomaniacal car commercial producer and that took me down several thousand notches for some reason, maybe because i was young and naive. Now I am old and pissed off and surly and should probably go back to school. But with what money? eeeerrr and speaking of ewrrrrrrrr i gotta go cuz my fucking break ended.

Tuesday, 8 October 2002

how come on the cover it is called Polk Salad Annie and on the closed captions it said Poke Salad Annie? (on this Elvis dvd my brother in law was showing)
ok tomorrow a hula-hooping office party and that should be *interesting* Bay Area- check your local listings! blaaaaaaaaaaah !
and then on thursday the tradtional karaoke buh-bye (some folks give the gold watch, we folks sing show tunes).
Lisa's leaving our work, that will be so weird. I need to make big decisions, but what else is new. My life is one long unending BIG DECISION. I wish someone would come along and just tell me what to do. Because I don't know and I'm so sick of trying to figure it out.
blarg, that was strange, but now i feel better- that's what counts! and goodnight Mrs Kalabash wherever you are
Actually maybe the junk mail coincides with signing Jeff Bridges guestbook!! LOL The spammers know a lot about me, they are mostly offering to CUT MY BAD CREDIT IN HALF.
My skills with money leave a lot to be desired. I went over the limit on my credit card *and* somehow forgot to pay it last month (I don't recall getting the bill actually). So I got a $30 over-limit fee and a $30 late fee. Wow, thanks, you money grubbing bastards at Capital One Bank!! I mean, I should have paid more attention and I know it is ultimately my fault, but those are some big frickin' fees to be tackin' on to a broke girls bill!!! I'm goin' on a Top Ramen and cereal diet for a month just to pay that mofo off. Plus the fact that my thighs are touching when I walk and I should maybe drop a few pounds. I mean, I had to by some pants for work and all cuz I am gettting a bit thick. Anyway...

Tell me why sudden plethora of junk email coincides with me blocking the address of an ex-boyfrriend who sent me an irritating email? Or is it merely coincidence? Either way, it is just going straight to the trash so it's all the same to me. Oh crap, lunch break ended. Back to the ol'...whatever....

Thursday, 3 October 2002

So I haven't surfed the internet in ages and what is the first thing I do? Look up Mahir!. But it seems like the original site is not up anymore. Boohoo, cuz i wanted to do my Yoda Mahir again, and I would need to copy the pictures to stick the yoda head on. Like anyone cares. Well, I was thinking of it because I showed my friend and neighbor, Chuck, my original page (lucky I had print it out before xoom.com folded) and he laughed so hard he wheezed!

So as it turned out the high school reunion was pretty fun! And I even saw people I had not seem since about seventh grade. So I was glad that I went after all. Man, I seem to be devoid of writing skills these days. Jus tdon't feel like it I guess.

Friday, 6 September 2002

woo hoo this damn thing finally published!!!!

reunion- aaaaaaaaaaaieeeeeeee!!!

Wednesday, 4 September 2002

ok i have been publishing and yet it doesn't publish... lets see i it works today

Tuesday, 3 September 2002

"Horn Blower? It certainly does blow!" she remarked, in an email to former classmates. From country club to crappy yacht her reunion slid downward... and yet she was glad that it was still on. This proved her personal theory that she still had NO LIFE and no clue how to go about getting one. At least the dumb broad had a date. For that she was ever-grateful.

Don't ask what's gotten into me because the whole high school thing has weirded me out...

"Grammar school was nothing but play...in high school the business of irrrevocable choices began. Doors slipped shut with a faint locking click that was only heard clearly in the dreams of later years." -Stephen King, Cujo

Thursday, 29 August 2002

blahhhhh what the hey????
Could it be??? That our friggin high school reunion went down the tubes. Say it isn't so... it isn't soo o ooo
say it isn't so, no no no
ok hall and oates would've been a reunion a few years ago but....
I really feel like seein' people I haven't seen in years...
daMMIT!!!

Sunday, 18 August 2002

Helped Kris clean out his closet, OH MY GAWWWW

You know how it is fun to look at your boyfriend (or girlfriend)'s old high school picture? Well Kris not only had that, he had modeling pictures from when he was about my age, oh man, he is just the cutest thing. He is so much fun. And here he is today


We went to Cha Cha Cha on Haight for dinner and I highly recommend it, yum! I want to get around to making a page all about SF but not tonight. Tonight I want lots and lots of sleep because work is sure to be a nightmare tomorrow!!!

Friday, 16 August 2002

Gonna go see Road to Perdition. Gonna buy a friggin' dress! Maybe go to Lucky 13 or something afterward. So nice not to work on Friday, apart from the no $$$ aspect. Ah well such is life, eh?

Monday, 12 August 2002

GETTING OVER IT is always a good idea. Take it from one who knows.

Monday, 29 July 2002

yeah it's ticking away with my sanity, I've got too much time on my hands it's hard to believe such calamity... I've got....STYX songs stuck in my head...

oh and here's a few old ones, from ages ago, can't decide if i should publish anymore cuz they are more personal but i could always change names??? and i feel like i am writing though it is nothing new.

Billy said he knew someone who could publish my story i wrote, was he for real, i wonder?

and where the hell is Kris today???

Wednesday, 24 July 2002

"The problem with the great literature of the past is that is doesn't tell you how to live with real endings. In the great literature of the past you either get married and live happily ever after, or you die. But the fact is, neither is what actually happens. Oh, you do die, but never at the right time, never with great language floating around you and a whole theater full of witnesses to your agony. What actually happens is that you do get married or you don't, and you don't live happily ever after, but you do live." - Marilyn French 1977

Tuesday, 23 July 2002

whoa wrong link the band american pig is this... i hope!! shit that was weird


shit that didn't work either what the heck is it ??? gotta check the cd liner... to be continued....
Goddamn it rrrrr! I am surly today for sure. Job is not real secure due to economy, don't want to lose my apartment, boyfriend is sporatically really cool and then super grouchy. Don't know what is the deal.

Saw two old friends this weekend. Check out ol' Todd American Pig his show was cool but the crowd was full of trendy girls for some reason and what the fuck? That is no fun. Then my other friend is all of a sudden smoking pot 24/7 like he is Snoop Dogg or something. So he acts kinda goony instead of acting reserved like he normally would. Don't know what to think of that. Maybe the full moon...

Tuesday, 9 July 2002

http://members.aol.com/essobmcc/brakbook/mainpage.htm PS I swiped the sweet Zorak picture from this page. This chick rocks! I also stole the pants ad that is on my home page but forgot to email her about it...durr crap i don't think i linked it right either will try again another day!?!?

and who the heck came up with the bright idea of "resurrecting" Michael Myers... geeeeez she friggin' chopped off his head in the last one. And Jamie Lee's my girl, I mean I was named after her, but Lordy another Halloween flick? Next thing ya know she will do a sequel to Perfect. (And give John Travolta a chance to thrust his pelvis wearing ugly-ass shorts again.) plus man oh man if you're making a Halloween movie why not release it around...hmm...Halloween?
D'ohhhhhhh! IN-freakin-SOMNIA tonight!


boreder=0

He tries to think of a falsehood, BUT HE CANNOT, so he throws fudge at her!

Oh I had a lot of fun on the Fourth, actually... I walked all around all alone. All alone except for 100's of strangers. It was really enjoyable though... I must have walked like 8 miles at least. And the next night had a few gals from work over to see the apartment and made them Vodka Collinses by my recipe which is probably entirely to much Vodka but everyone seemed to like it *hic*. Ah well back to the mattress, see if I can catch some zzz's.

Wednesday, 3 July 2002

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Don't forget to play name that movie quote!

JAYSUS I have been really boring on this here blog... well I guess it comes from spending too much time with the *boyfriend* and how I hate the term *boyfriend* and wonder how I ended up in this situation with someone that wasn't looking for a *girlfriend" either. But he is cool... I do like him..."I LAK (HIM) ALAT!" He is in Jersey and I am here in SF getting ready to hunker down in the basement for the Fourth of July. I am not really scared but people are scared and it is making me UNCOMFORTABLE. Probably tomorrow I will ramble around and search for some tattoo parlors. I have been in a tattoo kind of a mood.

Here is a tasty treat: toast+peanutbutter+maplesyrup. Open-faced o'course.

news flaaaaaaaaaaassssssssshhhhhhh- oh shit I forgot what i was going to say LOL
I remember!!! I have finally found my ideal Indian food in SF- Naan and Curry. Heehee "I like a name that tells you what it is". What street is that on, durrr, close to Clown Alley? Off of Columbus??? d'oh I am useless. Kris (the b-word, no not the bitch the other b-word dammit!) knows his way around here well. And having been a bartender many places he knows damn near EVERY PERSON WE WALK BY!!!



Had a dream about Drew Barrymore and it was funny cuz I was interviewing her and she was saying daffy things like she would say in a real interview... she was all "I am really into potatoes right now and I find myself talking about everything in terms of potatoes. Like, I just finished this book I really liked, and I would compare it to a potato with sour cream and chives." Like that... and then I woke up laughing. I had fallen asleep watching Escape from New York which is so fun because it is like Bad Acting Theatre. I mean that is some poor acting and then Ernest Borgnine is awesome anyway because he is good when he is hammy "Linda! LINDAAAAA!". And friggin Lee Van Cleef, who looks like Tom my upstairs neighbor. And Kurt Russell as Snake Plissken, growling his lines. Looking not bad. And Adreinne Barbeau- whatever happened to her?- I love her in Creepshow and one other one where she is bitchy...Back to School? I think...And I love that score... John Carpenter's scores, I love 'em!

Got my hair cut. Yikes it's not too good. I mean, unless I dry it and put a lot of crapola in it, I am gonna look like a Beatle, or something. I really need to cut down my commas in sentence, I mean I need a remedial english class all of a sudden. Punctuators Anonymous. Oh that reminds me, at Shanghai Kelly's where Kris used to work the sign on the door said Alcoholics Unanimous. I'll drink to that! "I'll buy that for a dollar!"



Ok that was fun for a change and here are your movie quote answers: Dumb and Dumber, When a Man Loves a Woman, the Poseidon Adventure and Robocop. Thank you and goodnight!

Monday, 17 June 2002

ah what the hell I even screwed up when i tried to publish
I have writer's block, or something. Really really bad writer's block.

By the way, is it really disgusting to wear underwear you just bought without washing it first? I suppose it is. Yeah it is, it was in the bargain bin at Victoria's Secret, who am I kidding. Lots of people probably touched it. Yuck. Ok, I'm gonna go do laundry.

Monday, 10 June 2002

Finally, I am all moved into my new apartment and it is SWEET. However I am tired and it was very hot today and consequently I can't think of anything intelligent to write. So therefore, ya what else is new????

Sunday, 19 May 2002

YEAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!

I got up early Saturday just to see it. OHHHHH... good thing I saw it by myself, too... because I kept weeping- it was in the back of my mind that my dad would never see it. I was trying to imagine that he was there with me in spirit... but the feeling would come and go. WOW though, I want to see it again already! I am a total GEEK. At the end, this guy sitting behind me goes "Yoda's the MAN! Well... whatever he is..." I miss my Yoda page that was parodying that guy Mahir. "Who is want to come Dagobah, invitate I can. My home, she can stay" I don't know how to put it back, oh well.

Wednesday, 8 May 2002

WE SELL SPIDER'S, MATE!
HEY, ANYBODY WANNA BUY A CAR???? AAAAAAAHHHHHH!

anyways.... here is somethin'...

Friday, 3 May 2002

"I've been waiting for a long time
For this moment to come
I'm destined
For anything...at all
Downtown lights will be shining
On me like a new diamond
Ring out under the midnight hour
No one can touch me now
And I can't turn my back
It's too late ready or not at all

I'm so much closer than
I have ever known...
Wake up

Dawning of a new era
Calling...don't let it catch you falling
Ready or not at all
So close enough to taste it
Almost...I can embrace this
Feeling....on the tip of my tongue

I'm so much closer than
I have ever known...
Wake up
Better thank your lucky stars....

I've been waiting for a lifetime
For this moment to come
I'm destined for anything at all

Dumbstruck
Colour me stupid
Good luck
You're gonna need it
Where I'm going if I get there...
At all....

Wake up
Better thank your lucky stars...."


I got the apartment! Woo-hoo! That song seemed really appropriate, yeah, 'ol Green Day. I heard it today and thought holy shit. Moving to the city theme song. So I quoted it. Even thought Green Day got on my nerves for a while, not through any fault of their own. It was because a former coworker/friend had known them personally at one point, and supposedly was their road manager once? although I sure didn't see his ass on "Behind the Music". But anyhoo, he was forever on about Green Day: "Billie used too..." and "Tre once said..." and I was like listen, bub, Tre can just kiss my ass at this point 'cause I am sick of hearing about them! Friggin' name-dropper- hey didja hurt your foot? Anyway, I'm over it... and they are my nephew's favorite... and I am moving to the big city and I can put my computer right in front of the window and pretend I am Carrie on "Sex and the City" typing away, like anyone cares. I am so nervous and excited right now. What'll be funny is to see how many people that were encouraging about it will run for the hills when I say I need help moving stuff. That is usually the case. I will probably have to break down and hire somebody. But it will be worth it YEEEEHAW!

Tuesday, 30 April 2002

I am getting more and more determined about getting that apartment, dammit! My friend rents there... there has to be some kind of catch or else it is too good to be true because the lanlord may come down in price. This tells me to be extra cautious. But I want it. Oh poor car.. I can't afford to keep it in that circumstance, though. Blarghhh! So many options. ANd what am I doing with my life!!!

Sunday, 28 April 2002

I looked at a vacant apartment yesterday, it was so nice and I felt really bummed out about it afterward. Because I could not afford it unless I sell my car. And even then it would be just barely affordable. I don't know what to do.

Tuesday, 23 April 2002

Break at work, what to do? Oh yeah- this!!! It has just been an unusually boring work day. You know, I complain about not having a dating life but it is a total Catch-22 because the minute I start seeing someone I get all neurotic and annoying. Which is what I am now. So either way I am screwed!!! Shit!!!!!

Thursday, 18 April 2002

Ah yes another day another dollar:


I am very nervous, and it has nothing to do with work. It is a nervous feeling in my heart and the pit of my stomach. Nervous in a good way, though. Hmmmm, what's that mean????

*SHAMELESS PLUG* for something that probably doesn't require me plugging it, but anyway- for anyone who liked "This is Spinal Tap" you gotta have the DVD. Oh ma gah could you die!!! It is chock full of stuff and it is all good! Know how lots of DVD's have deleted scenes and them you watch em and you're like "OK I see why they deleted that." Not so here. It is badass! It goes to eleven! HELLO CLEVELAND! Can I just say Christopher Guest rules and for some reason I think he is just adorable in that Jeff Beck-looking wig.

Wednesday, 17 April 2002

auxilio
Here is something interesting in a before and after kind of a way...

Before:


After:

Tuesday, 16 April 2002

In the dixie cups of despair...

I don't think I will ever make an important decision without consulting Flavor Flav, who is a repulsive oracle and tongue depressor. He can predict the future with innocent and jejune accuracy. He told my teacher the exact day she would fall off a Metamucil and break her booty. It was also he that predicted her unborn child would be a nail clipper. He told me that I would inherit a hundred thousand executives and should use it to take a long trip to the bathroom where I will meet my future chocolate. And once, when my aunt lost her favorite ring, he told her to look under the toilet paper. She not only found the ring there, but discovered three sushis and her used Q-tip.

Ok, that was in an old Mad Libs book I found... in case you thought I was completely mental.

Tuesday, 9 April 2002

Okay I really need to get over this insomnia-type thing. I used to go to sleep around ten thirty, now I am up in excess of midnight and the problem is I have to get up at five thirty. This is not good for my state of mind.
Sometimes I watch the TV and it depresses me because I don't have anything better to do. And then I think about a lot of other people that are watching the TV at the same time, that is what it is there for. I think about people who say "get a life", exactly what would that entail, ya know? (how do you spell entail, it looks really weird.) The thing is, we all have lives. The question is what the fuck are we supposed to do with them? Sometimes you have a good idea what it is you'd like to do, but other stuff gets in the way like money, where you live, commitment to your family, etc. And what makes one person's life better than another?

I feel like a nerd a lot because I like certain things a lot, entertainment-wise. And it seems really geeky. But I once read something that Kevin Smith, the director, said. He was saying how people are sports fanatics, or art fans... they don't get put down for it. But if you like movies a lot you get called a dork. Or told to get a life.

This weekend I spent a lot of time talking to someone a lot older than me that I have had a crush on for about a year. He is unsure of what he is doing with his life, too. He watches TV all the time. He is interesting to talk to and he has a lot of viewpoints that are similar to mine. At the same time he is kind of bitter and sarcastic and it feels like you can't really trust him 100%. Like he is going to say something about you later, rudely... even though he kind of understands you and maybe recognizes something about you that other people might not see right off the bat. He said that he could tell in that I was the type of person that was never part of a particular clique and had all different types of friends. Sometimes when someone sees you like how you feel you want to cry or maybe crawl into a hole. It is beautiful and horrible at the same time. I don't like to connect with people for fear of getting hurt later. It is hard to like a person more than they would ever like you. Not just in romantic relationships, either... I think my older niece and nephew are so cool and I wonder it they didn't ever see me again- would they even miss me??
I think that he (who I was talking about before) is good to know but I don't trust him. I thought it was cute that he carried a picture of his cat in his wallet until I thought to hard and came out with maybe he carries the picture because chicks will think it is cute. Because he certainly seems like that type. He is a bartender and says that it isn't true that bartenders get laid all the time. But you know what, I bet it is not for lack of trying... you know what I am saying? So, therefore...But I like talking to him and he is like me in that he is trying to pass the time and have fun doing that whenever possible. It makes me really understand how people get hooked on alcohol. When I am drinking I feel happy and appreciate what is happening that very moment. And I see the goodness in people really strongly for some reason. It is like when you are a little kid and you don't realize there is a lot of other shit to worry about. You just see right then and there and you have a good feeling in your heart.

Sunday, 7 April 2002

Someone is more obsessed than me. Who would have thought? Now my desktop has "Oz" wallpaper. Thank you drooling fan whomever you might be.

I was going to write about things that happened this weekend but my train of thought has derailed completely. I think maybe sometimes when there is a lot to say I am better off not saying anything at all. No..wait...I'm just lazy. Yeah, that's the ticket.

Thursday, 4 April 2002

I am having one of those sporadically good and then bad weeks. I am nauseous and tired. I have had insomnia the whole week, I can't fall asleep until late and then I wake up at 4 am unable to go back to sleep. I am restless with too many thoughts kicking around in my head. And I can't even organize them into an interesting paragraph. I suppose I am depressed, but sometimes I am in a sarcastic mildly amusing ah-such-is-life kind of funk. This is a boring dull whiny not getting anything done type of one. Well, shit. At least tomorrow is Friday.

Wednesday, 27 March 2002

sanity slowly slipping away...

What a depressing day! Did I mention- now Eric is leaving work too! Everybody is going buh-bye see ya! I am so bummed out I am punctuating all sentences with exclamation points!

So on a better note I suppose I laid it all out I said what I don't like about the job and what is weirding me out about the job. We were supposed to do a "5 core values" or summat bloody hell oi and I just couldn't do it fer fuck's sake! So I wrote out all that instead (won't go into detail here). And I think it was good... management discussed it with me. Which is a refreshing change of pace. Unlike my old boss with the Napoleon complex and stubby fingers who alienates you for daring to say anything that doesn't suck up to him, that Aryan nation control freak paranoid rich somnamabitch. Apparently I harbor some resentment toward that dipshit still. But ah well what better way to vent it than randomly into this blog so that bored web surfer might happen upon my insanity.

So personal and work lives are kinda iffy. Entertainment life is good- got me a new Stephen King book and I still got the last episode of my "Oz" first season to watch. Speaking of books I was reading a Dean Koontz my sister borrowed from da lyberry. To be honest I liked his books when I was a kid and now they make me kinda bored and seem really repetive (although I liked that one Intensity, that was only a few years ago). Anyway I was reading it at work because once I start something by-God I'm gonna go ahead and finish it. If it sucks terribly bad I might skim, but I am getting to the end by hook or by crook. Anyway this one new dude at work asked what I was reading, I told him and he was all 'sorry I asked ha ha" and I was like ya well it's not too good but I am going to see how it ends and he was just like "why bother when there are so many good books" and I thought to myself what a stuck up wanker. And I didn't ask what he reads because I swear to God if he said Charles Bukowski I would have laughed so hard they would have had to cart me off to Bellevue. Because this has happened so repeatedly in my life with men who were all snooty about what they liked to read and they were always on about Charles Bukowski. And sometimes I would ask them to speak about it more in depth and they would start saying shit off the back of a book jacket. I don't know but when people want to fake hip or smart they pretend to read Charles Bukowski. I am sure there are tons of people who really read him but I have run into so many Bukowski posers it is like an undiscovered epidemic. I like when people pick books for the purpose of impressing others when they look at their bookshelf. Not. The worst part is you can tell. You can see right through that shit and they think they are looking smart. I don't know- maybe I am into crap and have bad taste. ( "But, " says Sheryl Crow, "if it makes you happy... it can't be that bad". OK Sheryl but don't forget if it makes me happy, then why the hell am I so sad. Sheryl: "Well, everyday is a winding road, and all I wanna do is have some fun" Piss off Sheryl.)

Saturday, 16 March 2002

PS: I really dig this guy my mother is dating. Who would have thought? I was so weirded out about the whole thing, but he really is a character, I am happy for her. And he has a great New York accent, and I am an accent afictionado ( and i am pretty sure I might have mispelled that but what the hey- i just drank a big ol' glass of UN Mexico Chardonnay---sweet!)
My nieces are so cute. The twins, age 3, noticed that I tend to wear a lot of leopard print. We took them one day to see Disney on Ice which had a jungle theme. They got these mouse ears which had a leopard print bow. Jacey pointed to it and said "Jamie, isn't this your favorite color?" Awww. Then today I come home and there is a cutout of a girl wearing a leopard print bra taped to my bedroom door above the doorknob. My mom said their latest thing is to cut pictures out of magazines, etc. Jillian saw the bra and said "I'm going to cut this out for Jamie, because it's her favorite color." Awwwww. That is so sweet. I hope that I have kids someday. Today I was walking down the street and an adorable little girl was standing by the window in FAO Schwartz. She smiled at me and then waved. I waved back, and felt all emotional like if I was about to cry. This biological clock thing is some freaky shit...

Wednesday, 13 March 2002

Had Indian food for dinner tonight with Lis and H and my God there is not one edible thing in this world that I like better than allo gobi, veggie samosas... Mmmm I actually like Indian food better than chocolate! I have this weird deja vu like I wrote that very sentence in this blog ages ago... hmm, well it has been about a year since I started. Wow that's a lot of typin'. That is a lot of free time on the old gal's hands. Well, I am just not a social creature much of the time. I can't help it.

Time does fly, I mean there is a friggin' ten year reunion coming up. And what have I accomplished? Ah well, who cares.

Wednesday, 6 March 2002

Ok if I can't publish today I am going to be *very upset* ... I couldn't get the freakin' thing to work last time. I mean, now that I am payin' for the FTP crap it might as well work, dog! It's a grown-ass website, dog! It is all about Cedric the Entertainer this week. And if you haven't seen "Original Kings of Comedy" then by God, rent it!
Everyone I have ever known who has seen it can't stop repeating jokes from it!

Anyhoo, a sad day today... Pollito's last day of work and dammit I am going to miss him so much. It is not even funny. We went out for karaoke last night, a bunch of us. I got all emotional and crap... well I couldn't help it. He is simply one of my top five favorite persons of all time. He is just such a good guy. He's a good-ass man, dog! OK I will stop. At the bar I sang You Oughta Know with Angie. Anthony said it looked like we couldn't wait to get to the swearing part! Well, hey - that's the fun part! We also did Love Shack and backed up Lisa on Day-o and Diamonds Are a Girl's Best Friend.

Anthony and Eric, LOL Just kidding around... oh, they may kick my butt for posting it!

Sunday, 3 March 2002

I got this comp CD because it had a few songs I used to hear on the radio when I was driving to school (junior college). One song, The Freshman by Verve Pipe, well I had only barely heard it and never paid attention. Now hearing it is making me cry really bad. I just am feeling so sad today for some reason and it hit on something exactly like how I am feeling.

"When I was young I knew everything
And she a punk who rarely ever took advice
Now I'm guilt stricken, sobbing with my head on the floor
Stop a baby's breath and a shoe full of rice

I can't be held responsible
'Cause she was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen

My best friend took a week's vacation to forget her
His girl took a week's worth of valium and slept
Now he's guilt stricken sobbing with his head on the floor
Thinks about her now and how he never really wept he says

I can't be held responsible
'Cause she was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen

We've tried to wash our hands of all of this
We never talk of our lacking relationships
And how we're guilt stricken sobbing with our heads on the floor
We fell through the ice when we tried not to slip, we'd say

I can't be held responsible
'Cause she was touching her face
I won't be held responsible
She fell in love in the first place

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen

For the life of me I cannot remember
What made us think that we were wise and we'd never compromise
For the life of me I cannot believe we'd ever die for these sins
We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen
We were merely freshmen
"
Well, it is now Kookychick252.com, but I can't get the background of the first page right... there is some kind of glitch and it just stays white, which is really funky. At least the ads have bit the dust. Hmm. Crazy Geocities.

Another thing that surprised me is Written By Me is going buh-bye and it said everything is going to be deleted. Fortunately I found that out in time to print my stuff that I didn't have saved elsewhere. It's sad, though... that was a fun site.

Thursday, 28 February 2002

Today I looked at the stats for my different web pages and found out that some of the phrases that people typed in search engines that brought up my website included "depressing photos", "aaaaaaaaahhhhh", and "I miss my ex- girlfriend". LOL that is kooky! Also I found out Ye Olde Geocities will not let me use the FTP unless I pay. I see how they're livin'. It would mean no more blog (unless I do that Blog*Spot?) well anyway I am gullible and thus within 72 hours it will be.... Kookychick252.com! You know, I should have thought up a better name. D'oh!

Next week for Pollito's going-away we are all going out to a karaoke bar! Should be fun!

Monday, 25 February 2002

Well, I tried... she was on the computer too, I guess. All I got was a busy signal. I guess I will try her again tomorrow. All it means is she will have to drink all the booze herself, no big problem, eh? Anyway it wasn't the ex-girlfriend he was making fun of it was the other one... or something. She is his roomate, that's why he has to tell her his whereabouts. Actually they both are his roomates. He has a vast network of dumb ex-girlfriends like me.

Crap, Anthony is leaving next Wednesday. That is so soon, it sucks. Shit, oh well.
Ew this Instant Message crap is freaky. I was MYOB and all of a sudden Todd pops up and asks me to call his ex-girlfriend and tell him he will be back from Japan late. Sorry I just had to mention that because it scared the crap out of me for some reason!!! I didn't even know how that works and I didn't think I was set up to do that but I guess you are set up for it whether you like it or not.

Wednesday, 20 February 2002

Man now I need to type an extraneous sentence just to try and figure out what is wrong with the FTP! Shit, I am missing MATCH GAME PM! All because of the blanking FTP!
Puzzled and laughing out loud by email from ex-boyfriend making fun of his most recent ex-girlfriend by forwarding an email she sent him to everyone on his mailing list and making fun of how "stupid" she is. Holy crap thank goodness I haven't been sending him any dopey letters, thank God I am over the dopey-letter-writing phase with this guy, who knows who else would be reading them? (well, it's about the same as complete strangers reading this... actually). Wow that didn't seem like the guy I knew, but you can never really tell with guys, can ya? Anyway she just sounded silly and God knows I have sounded silly like that too. He told me he was never really into her but obviously he was into her just a bit if he cares so much what she is saying about her new paramours that he feels the need to be spiteful about it. Actually I was kind of happy to be privy to a little girl-bashing from a guy, men are endlessly interesting to me and I like to know what they are saying when they are being really honest. Hmm, that's interesting.

Oh, can it be true, my beloved 'OZ' has it's first season coming out on video? Yes it's true and how lame am I to be so pleased about it? But, oh... Adebisi... I am a pop cultural gal. LOL I just remembered my semi-roomate-by-accident Daryl once compared me favorably to my other roomate by saying I was "cultured". "Well... just pop culture," I said, and Daryl said "WELL, AT LEAST IT'S SOMETHING!" All mad-like. I appreciate complements so much, but I have never been one to take one gracefully.

Right now I am reading this book that my Mom bought because it was called "A Widow for One Year" and that's what she was at the time. She kept saying, oh this is so stupid I can't believe I am going to finish it. Well, me- I am always desperate for books to read on BART because I have no Ana to talk to. So I gave it a try- I am not shitting you--- I really like it so far, this is like the best thing I have read in a long time. John Irving is the author. It is great. You see, Ma likes romances and crime thrillers and I like neurotic crazy cynical stuff. So this is right up my alley and it misses hers by a country mile.

Thursday, 14 February 2002

TheList - (jrl version) Ooh this is a better web version of the List, you can search by band or venue and it's clearer to read. If you are in the SF Bay Area, here you go.

Well Valentine's Day is a wretched holiday. And I am not saying that just because I am single. Even if you are with someone it is a crazy neurotic holiday. I saw at least a few married gals who looked disheartened by lack of flowers or candy. And I felt hostile towards all those people carrying around flowers and balloons. Now, that is because I am single. But it seems to me like celebration of feeling let down and sorry for yourself. It's utter crap, really. And then again, I am in a real bitchy mood this particular day.

It is also a funny VAGINA day! Let me just say VAGINA VAGINA because they make such a big deal about the Vagina Monologues and while I appreciate that the gal is raising money for battered women, that play is just so silly. Granted, I read it... didn't see it... but I don't know what is so impressive about "if your vagina got dressed, what would it wear?" I mean that is like if you were a tree what which would you be? And that seems so goddamn silly to me. I read that thing and thought BLAH. I mean I like vulgar raw offensive and honest but it was none of the above. It seemed mild and goony. I am not afraid of my own vagina. It is just a little lonesome these days, LOL. Vagina seems a silly word, though. What is better? Pussy? Cunt? Cunt is really quite an ugly word and to me is the grandaddy of curse words. And I like curse words. I reserve them primarily for when I am driving. But cunt is for extremely rare occasions and sometimes comic effect. What am I on about tonight? I am officially rambling.

May I just say, regarding the Oscar nominees, that I am so disappointed no Steve Buscemi for "Ghost World". He is so wonderful in that, dammit. And also Billy Bob Thorton in "Monster's Ball" . But Halle Berry got the nomination and also Renee Zelweger (sp?) for "Bridget Jones's Diary" which is v. good. So I will be watching, as always.

Sunday, 10 February 2002

Saw an excellent movie yesterdayMonster's Ball. It was very well done. The acting was superb and it was very honest and didn't shy away from showing things that could make people uncomfortable. A powerful film.

Also got my haircut. I asked for the little bitty Bettie Page type of bangs. Sometimes I do 'em myself and they come out crooked. Well my hairstylist did 'em and they are still a little crooked! It's feels weird saying "my hairstylist" cuz I've never had one before. Just here and there I would get someome to cut my hair. But I have been to April twice and I dig her. Anyway another problem with the short bangs is I alway screw up drawing in my eyebrows when my bangs are their shortest. They slant too much, or whatever. So I am going for a cute fifties look and I end up like a cross between Spock and my high school librarian,

Wednesday, 6 February 2002

I was searching for my own site in the Yahoo search engine. It freaks me out when it comes up. That's really dumb but it freaks me out. My old site is no more, apparently. Well the only thing I liked about it was the Yoda Mahir thing. And I printed it out for posterity one time so no big whoop.

You know, the more married people I know these days the more glad I am that I am not married. I am sure that that sounds like I am just saying that because I am jealous of married people, but- no, it's the truth. I would rather never be married than be married to someone who constantly hits on other people all of the time. Tha just would not fly with me. I am jealous by nature, which is lame but I can't help it. I was jealous as all hell when I found out my ex had moved in with a chick. It bugged me whenever I thought about it. But then since I have been in touch with him and he said things that made me feel he never actually liked her all that much, I felt 100% better. Like now I have good happy memories of him unfettered by dumb jealous feelings. Which is really silly, to be honest.

Monday, 4 February 2002

SanFransicko.com: Bay Area music shows of interest The LIST! Get out yer magnifying glass! Well I got the link emailed to me, did I ask him for it? Or did he read this Blog? Mystifying... but thanks!!!

Saturday, 2 February 2002

I have recieved a couple emails from people who found my website because they were looking up "Run, Joey, Run" by David Geddes in a search engine. That....is awesome! LOL. I am going to email VH1 and request a "Where Are They Now?" segment. There should be a comp of really bad songs. I should burn one! I have plenty of bad songs laying around. I am a bad song fan sometimes.

Friday, 25 January 2002

Me: "Well, you know how sometimes someone might not be that good-looking but then when you get to know them they become more attractive?"

He: looks at me like I'm crazy

Me: "You know... like haven't you ever thought a girl was pretty and then you got to know her and her personality was really annoying?"

He: "Well, yeah but she was still pretty... Either you're pretty or you're not."

Me: "Okay, but haven't you ever met someone who wasn't physically that attractive but then their personality was so funny and appealing they became more pretty to you?"

He: "Either you're pretty or you're not. It's like having good or bad breath. You can have a mint, but you still have bad breath."

Me: "So you're saying that a good personality is like a breath mint?"

Or something to that affect. Man, I will miss Anthony. It's like having conversations from When Harry Met Sally..

Tuesday, 22 January 2002

I wonder how boring I am and why it is that I do things like writing in an online journal. But the most important thing I have learned in life is "Fuck it!" If I am bored and this is kinda fun to me, then why the hell not? I have always been weird like that. When I was a little kid my favorite thing to do was talk into a tape recorder and pretend like I was making a radio show. Now I am writing and pretenting like it would be interesting to other people to read it. Oh well. No harm done.

I am alarmed at my feelings lately. Everything feels shockingly...okay. Or dare I say good? I mean I feel really comfortable right now. There is a small issue that has bugged me a little but it is to so much less of a degree than it would have been normally. Usually I obsess over something until it becomes a huge problem and now I am astonished to find in myself a desire to let things go. And not worry about stupid shit. Wow, I hope this frame of mind lasts for a while. Because it is nice.

I found out some ugly shit went down at the company I used to work for... and I was actually surprised. I didn't realize it could have gone more downhill. Hmm I almost feel empathy for those involved. I almost... nah! What goes around comes around, I guess.

Wednesday, 16 January 2002

Eric, are you looking at this? Eric why did you have to tell me you were going to look at this? That is highly irregular, Eric.... Daisy, Daaaaiiisy give me your answer dooo...

I have a hard time writing when someone I know says they are going to read it. Eric don't be jeaulous that I said Pollito is my favorite work friend. It's just that we take lunch together and talk a lot and after he leaves who am I gonna talk to?

Additionally a friend from back in the day may be reading this and I sure I may have said things here and there. Well you know what I think the key is what's done is done so warts and all. I was glad to be in touch again, really. I mean he is someone I care for. The side of me that has a shitty attitude is the immature side and I am trying to grow up a bit more. I was concerned when I found out he was shipped off to some other country. because being in the Air Force, but look where they sent him. That looks appealing. Shit, does Uncle Sam want me?

I'm gonna split and attempt that Yoga thing again... Oh one more thing, yesterday I thought I was going to laugh on BART. And I don't like to do that when I am by myself because then people think your nuts. But I swear to God the train operator sounded exactly like Reverend Lovejoy on "The Simpsons". Every time we stopped he would say "Richmond Train, Richmonnn-duh". Well I guess you had to be there. My other favorite train operator is Mr Dramatic Pause... he's all like "Next stop, West... ...Oakland." Everyday without fail. I think I am cracking up due to riding to much public transportation. I need a Leopard Friday. So, how 'bout it?

Monday, 14 January 2002

Ok because I really really want Geocities to work this time... I will say blah bLAH blah and give it a whirl.

Well I'll talk about something... let's see, I thought it a would good idea to purchase a workout tape since I am having a difficult time dragging my self out of the house these days. So I got this Denise Austin Yoga/Pilates combo thing. And it has 2 workouts of twenty minutes each. So of course I do the first one and think this is easy! and I get delusions of grandeur and I'm like I'll do the 2nd one, too, and repeat it every night! Well the second one was a bit, err, strenuous. And it called for the use of 2 to 5 pound dumbbells, the ones I have are 10 pounds apiece. I figured Well, these are the ones I normally use.... Duuuh! Ouch. I am sore as hell today. I am sitting here right now with a heat pack on my lower back and shoulders. I know now why they say to start off slow...

In other news I may have a blind date soon *yikes*; work has been ok; my favorite work friend, Anthony, is moving away to Florida so it will probably become very boring without him. Hope we hire some men. Funny men. Funny men who aren't already married, damnit!

On a pole in front of my office there is a flier that says " I just wanted to tell you I love you and everything is going to be all right" And every time I saw it it drove me crazy....what's it all about, Alfie? So I looked it up, it's a singer. I signed the guestbook and he wrote me a nice thank you for signing. So I figured why not link to him because he loves me and everything is going to be all right? So here you go Gabriel Scott...

Sunday, 13 January 2002

Oh man what is up? I will try one last time... GGGGGGRRRRRR
Oh now I find out that it is a geocities problem
well that is frustrating
and it's hard to hold a candle in the cold November Rain
I wrote something yesterday and then I thought better of it. So then I went to delete it and now I can't get the damn thing to publish. I was just thinking that I should not be too personal on this blog, considering the address to my website goes out with every email. So this is something akin to writing a diary and then leaving it open on the dining room table.

Saturday, 12 January 2002


She is too tired to fix the Dido pic.


I was attempting to add on to the story I have been writing and it all went downhill. Another sad Saturday for the Sad Saturday girl. "If they asked me, I could write a book..." I guess I am just waiting for them to ask me, eh?

It is eighty pages... I am going to start making an effort again. Go back a couple chapters and start over, maybe in a different direction. Could work.

Sunday, 6 January 2002

I looked up Dido, because I get called Dido all day long at work. I didn't really see a resemblance, but i kind of do after I saw this picture: (d'oh that didn't work and I don't know why, I will fix it another time)

But I get told I look like people all the time. And it is a different person every time except for my working at Blockbuster period when I would dye my hair really dark and then several customers said I looked like Sandra Bullock. But that must have been because of the hair color, I think. I think I just have a very generic face and then people can see all sorts of different things in it. My favorite is when people say I look like Princess Leia, which has happened a couple times. Because I love Carrie Fisher. Now that I think about it there was someone who said I looked like Sandra Bullock years later when my hair was light again. I remember because he was a drummer that my former roomate had a crush on (or slept with? I forget) and she got all huffy because he was flirting with me. He was the drummer for Bif Naked, maybe that was the singer's name? Not the band name? Well I forget what his name was, in any case. And I am rambling. I am tired, but...

Can't go to sleep early, no siree, because something good will happen tonight. It's been a while, but the wait is finally over. OK all I am talking about is a new episode of "Oz", but give me a break because I am doing through a 'dull' period of my life. And I don't really watch any shows regularly, but I don't miss an episode of "Oz". And the season finale last time made be flip out, like if I was a man watching football. I get so wrapped up in that freakin' thing. If only Adebisi were still on it. I miss his little sock hat that stayed just barely perched at an awkward angle on his head. He had his own gravitational force, I guess. But I can make do with Beecher (woo-hoo), Schillinger (hissss), Sister Pete (Rita Moreno rules), Ryan O'Reilly (who I hate the most) and his brother Cyril (M-O-O-N, that spells Tom Cullen-esque), Cloutier (who knew Luke Perry had such a small...), and of course the ever whining Tim McManus, who has more relationship trouble than I do. Oh and Said, Busmalis, Pancamo... yeah, I'm a dork. Hey, why didn't HBO ever put the thing on tape like they do their other shows?

Friday, 4 January 2002

Yeah, I'm bored.
OK I am admittedly way behind the times, but I am so sick of Madonna Behind the Music with one stupid braid hanging along one side of her face, I was thinking what is the deal with her "Sex" book anyway. I mean, I have never seen it, is it like a Playboy-type of thing or what? So I figured I would look it up on the web and of course the whole damn thing is there. It's more than Playboy, it's like porno. Except it really funny because you're like ew, geez Madonna! An old man? Knife-wielding lesbians? Holy shit is that a dog? Madonna you are one gnarly, freaky, craaaaazy beeotch. That the type of thing famous people would try to prevent the publishing of. But I have to say the piece de resistance that had me ROTFLMAO is this pic with Vanilla Ice. Vanilla Ice! Look at the stupid expression on his face! WORD TO YOUR MOTHER!

Tuesday, 1 January 2002

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Well, Happy New Year. Sorry no exclamation point but I am not all that enthused. I am happy the holdays have passed without anything bad happening. But otherwise... I spent the evening watching the "Sex and the City" marathon and at midnight kissed the back of my hand. Okay I didn't really kiss my hand, I kissed my cat. I am turning into an annoying Sandra Bullock character a la "While You Were Sleeping". At least it wasn't a repeat of last year:
Actually, last year was the only New Year's Eve that I ever had that was like in a movie. Big crowd counting down, drunk, swapping spit with my "love", balloons and shit falling all over the place. It was way "Poseidon Adventure" but without the disaster aspect. And instead of "Auld Lang Syne" (is that how to spell it?) they played U2 "New Year's Day". But hey, what do you expect from something called New Wave City? Now that U2 song depresses me, especially the "I will be with you again..." part. Oi well it's all a "learning" and "growing" experience, innit? One day I will look back on all this and laugh. Probably while rocking back and forth wearing a straightjacket. Is it straightjacket or straight jacket? I ask as though I will recieve an answer. Whatever it is, get it ready. I feel a full Mariah coming on.

Speaking of Mariah, and New Year's, another interesting one was spend at Blockbuster. The Albany Blockbuster that I worked at back in the day. We closed at midnight but invited favorite customers back. We had champagne and watched "Star Wars" and played "Wave Race" and I made out with this asshole who was cheating on his girlfriend with me. Which- because I was making out with him- made me an asshole, too. We were lucky that night that the store manager didn't bust our asses. But he never found out about it. It was memorable, anyway. It has something to do with Mariah Carey in a roundabout way. The asshole liked Mariah Carey. Which goes to show it doesn't matter what a guys musical taste is, be it crappy pop or hardcore punk, he will still kick ya in the chest if he gets a chance. Hoo-boy, men!

Soooo 2002. I hope that this year is a little gentler to us all.