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Friday, April 28, 2006
I wrote something! This will be part of a story, eventually. No, it's not true. I’m on the brown line, trying to look business casual. In my pinstripe pants and smart gray shirt with buttons down the front and long sleeves to hide my tattoos. Ears garnished with bright white earphones, like at least a third of my fellow el riders. Did not take a taxi today, no. Not after my encounter yesterday with that bearded man, his butternut squash in the back seat, the ominous truck-shaped dents on either door. Ugghh! I will fear yellow checkers. At least for a couple of weeks. It is rush hour on the train. I am standing, clinging to a greasy pole like some kind of It’s not the burger itself. Were it Ooh! Lookie there! An empty seat. Next to this blonde frog of a woman on her cell phone. Her lips too wide for her customary Atkins diet/Pilates over-thin yuppie mug. Her mouth extends to Pac Man proportions with every word: “My fiancé doesn’t like the new condo. Says his old place was bigger, but that neighborhood was so… icky… I told him we had to…” My ass feels incredibly cold. And wet. “Oh yeah, honey, don’t sit there. It’s wet,” Froglady says. Honey. You’re are a bit too late. I get up without even a glance in her direction. I just sat in something wet. On the el. A dark spot on the ass of my pinstripe pants. A dark spot I will wear to work. My second day of work. A dark spot of fuck knows what. Coca-cola? Yeah, it’s pee alright. | Thursday, April 27, 2006 Nobody reads my blog anymore.. I think. And it gives me a newfound freedom to write whatever the hell I want. I don't have anybody to impress. I don't have to be shocking. Will not display the gargantuan phalli of various dick-wielding creatures. Sorry. So today, I will tell you about my life and how absolutely every major aspect of it has changed, in the past month. So SIDDOWN AND LISTEN. Please? Ok. Firstly, and least interestingly, I've started 2 new jobs. One is working for a place that does mystery themed dinner parties. Rich cheeseballs pay hundreds of dollars to dress up like 1920's gangsters and basically play a live game of Clue. No, I don't run the parties. I work in the office: answering phones, filing, preparing mailings, typing, blablablaaaaaaa. It's not bad. The office is decorated with gargoyle statues and Egyptian sarcoph..sarcophig.. err... king Tuts. My other job is working for some sort of recruiting firm. I give people job interviews over the phone before they come in for their actual job interviews. I'm not sure why this is worth paying me and a myriad of other entry-level schubs 8-10 dollars an hour. But I don't question the paycheck. (<---scariest sentence I've ever typed) Also, I've moved. I live with a hippy and 3 dudes from China. hehe We get along, for the most part. Mind our own businesses. It's a nice place, by the end of the brown line (ahh! now you can stalk me). I have my own room, with a door that almost closes all the way. It's nice not to drive 2 hours each time I want to hang out in the city. And.. I have a boyfriend. I am not one to gush, but he's fucking cool. We treat each other with sweetness and respect, have a lot to talk about. He kisses like he means it and has the most gorgeous hair. Lastly, and quite awesomely, I am typing this post on a brand new computer. Well, not brand new, exactly.. I went with my dad to this computer chop shop place where they'll build you a computer with gently used parts. It cost the same as a new Dell, but with a lot more software and perks. So that's me. Happy, stable, somewhat complacent. Not writing a whole lot. It'll take me a while to get used to creating without the help of insanity. | Friday, April 21, 2006 I have nothing to say to the world.. Except listen to Dopescrew 8, bitches. This episode features: 1. Fundementalist Crusader's Massacre! 2. The Dopecrew 3. Ear-splitting sound levels 4. 1960's sex-ed with Miss Spanky 5. The Assbong 6. A threesome with the Furer 7. Korean rice wine tasting 8. A 4 pack of enemas | Sunday, April 16, 2006 I'm fine, stuff is good.. Promise I'll write a real post soon. The easter bunny hates you! | Saturday, April 08, 2006 I will move/am moving/have moved.. So it might be a while before I get my internet connected at the new place. |
good day so you dont want to hear about my good song? and you dont want to hear about how i am getting on with all the things that i can get done the sun is in the sky & i am by my lonesome so you don't want to hear about my good day? you have better things to do than to hear me say god its been a lovely day! everything is going my way i took out the trash today and i'm on fire... so you don't want to hear about my good friends? you dont have the guts to take the truth or consequence success is in the eye of the beholder and its looking even better over your cold shoulder i'm not suggesting you up and line me up for questioning but jesus think about the bridges you are burning and i'm betting that even though you knew it from the start you'd rather be a bitch than be an ordinary broken heart so go ahead and talk about your bad day... i want all the details of the pain and misery that you are inflicting on the others i consider them my sisters and i'd like their numbers god its been a lovely day! everything is going my way i took up croquet today and i'm on fire i picked up the pieces of my broken ego i have finally made my peace as far as you and me go but i'd love to have you up to see the place & i'd like to do more than survive i'd like to rub it in your face..... hey! its been a lovely day! everything is going my way i had so much fun today and i'm on fire god it's been a lovely day everything's been going my way ever since you went away hey i'm on fire..... i'm on fire...i'm on fire... so you dont want to hear about my good day?
That was a Dresden Dolls song. I saw them last night/this morning. Whichever.. My dress split down the front during "Coin Operated Boy". My boobies popped out, but I quick put my coat on before anyone could see. More later. zzzzzzz | Thursday, April 06, 2006 Ditsy Today I burnt my split pea soup. What the hell? I didn't know soup could burn. | Monday, April 03, 2006 Our thoughts compressed which makes us blessed and makes for stormy weather. | Saturday, April 01, 2006 The winner is.. By far, RASPUTIN! For: 1. Shagging the tsarina 2. Healing the tsarevich's hemophilia via hypnosis thus ingratiating himself with the royal family. Enchanting his way to a position of import, where he would alter world politics. He was born a peasant and rarely bathed. Had orgies in his basement. Just my type of guy. =) Here he is in a pair of hip sunglasses, seductively pulling his beard: HOT!
When Rasputin was killed, the peasants were pissed. He was one of them. So there was this uprising, they killed the royal family. And that's how Rasputin caused comminism in Russia. That rascal! This website claims Rasputin is still living. But I don't think the alleged new pictures of him are real. They're just pictures of bums and hippys, none of which have those dark, deep set Rasputin eyes that make me grab myself inappropriately. Hey. You have porn, I have Rasputin. As for Al Capone, you gotta love him. A lot, if you're from Chicago. He gave our city it's badass image. Without Capone, what would Chicago be known for? Oprah? But basically, all he did was make money and kill. And wear a fedora, which was cool. Though his penis is not 13-inches long and pickled for all eternity. So Rasputin was definately more badass. |
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