Friday, November 29, 2002
As Thanksgivings go, today was pretty unspectacular. When I was a kid, Thanksgiving always smacked of cold bare morning feet and needing to be quiet in the morning because my mother and her boyfriend (I always hate that term’ ‘boyfriend’ when referring to someone in their thirties or forties. As thought they were going steady. […]
Tuesday, November 26, 2002
Something is up with my breasts. I wanted to say “Something strange is afoot with my breasts” but the images there–the breasts, the feet–it was simply all too much for even me. Anywhoo, they seem to have changed. They’re a little bit… morphed or something. Something science fiction. Someone Ray Bradburied my breasts. At first […]
Monday, November 25, 2002
Esteban and I went out to dinner on Friday night. After some aimless driving, during which Esteban regaled me with analogies of how hungry he was and what exactly he would eat at that very moment if it were available to him, he suddenly remembered that he hadn’t yet taken me to the new Japanese […]
Friday, November 22, 2002
I ended up working way too long again last night. I think I finished my forty hour work week sometime around lunch Wednesday. And then’ you know what?’ never mind. It’s boring whiny crap. Enough already. I rushed home last night in time to catch Friends. Esteban had made a pizza run to our favorite […]
Friday, November 22, 2002
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Wednesday, November 20, 2002
I’m sitting here at my computer desk and Esteban is listening some strange wacked disk he made. So far, we’ve heard ‘Mighty Quinn’ (as in, you’ve not heard nothing like’ a song I detest for the double negative), ‘Bawditdibaw’ by Kid Rock, and now ‘Kyrie’ by Mister Mister. It’s like the musical equivalent of a […]
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
So this diary. What a strange thing it is. Apparently I ruffled many feathers with my rant on Wal-mart yesterday, which is odd because I’ve ranted about Wal-mart before. Maybe it was the “smelling like popcorn, dirty diapers and retardation” comment. Carissa, a former Friend of Walton, felt that was a little snarky, although she […]
Monday, November 18, 2002
So the weekend. Pretty tame. I worked late on Friday, then went home with the intent of watching my NetFlix stuff and doing laundry. What really happened: I worked on a project for about three hours, surfed, played entirely too much Spider Solitaire (which is the ONLY thing I like about Windows NT, by the […]
Thursday, November 14, 2002
And now news from the ‘Holy Shit I think I just Filled My Pants’ category: Two nights ago, I was working very late. VERRRRY late. What is more, I was getting calls from my clients on the East Coast, who were an hour ahead of me, and getting screamed at. Not fun. And I was […]
Thursday, November 14, 2002
Busy, busy, busy. Things have been busy. And stressful. They’ve actually progressed so far into the land of stressful that I’ve stopped being stressed and just sit back and go “whoa, that shit’s messed up right there. I mean, seriously, would you look at that?” Sometimes, you just have to laugh. You can either do […]
