Thursday, January 29, 2004
I overslept yesterday. I don’t know what’s up with my circadian rhythms (ok, confession, I don’t even know what that means, but it’s in an REM song and why yes, I do have an L on my forehead and yes, I do answer to ‘loser’ as well as ‘Weetabix’ or ‘Princess’ or ‘Weet’ (another parenthetical […]
Ah Minneapolis. Fucking cold Minneapolis. Our drive across the great state of Wisconsin was wrought with peril and also a prodigious amount of blowing snow over the prairies and farmland. At one point, it was a complete and total white-out in which we couldn’t even see the taillights of the car twenty feet in front […]
Thursday, January 22, 2004
I’m in Minneapolis. It’s very cold here. Also, some assfucker’s car alarm went off in the parking lot from 6:00 am until 6:23 am. Which is an almost unbelievable time for a car alarm to go off. I kept wanting to call down to the front desk and bitch, but then convinced myself that certainly […]
Wednesday, January 21, 2004
There is something about the phrase ‘I shit you not’ that automatically makes me like the person using it. I don’t know why. I think it’s the idea of shitting someone, the conspiratorial tone that there are shitters of the world, but we (WE!) are not shitters. And also the placement of the ‘not’ at […]
We are driving home from a late dinner in Appleton, a dinner of barbecued ribs with Joel and Cheri that was messy and saucy and everything a rib dinner should be, complete with discussions of beard washers in the men’s bathroom and ending with the sentence ‘That’ll do pig, that’ll do.’ We ate with our […]
Wednesday, January 14, 2004
Life has been weird these last few days in our house. Or maybe the weirdness is in my head. I don’t know. Something something. I made Esteban laugh and laugh the other night. He came home many hours after I had already succumbed to the siren call of my legal narcotic cough syrup, and joined […]
Ok, the commercial with all of the people standing out of it, doing the weird open door close door synchronized dance thing? For the GMC Envoy? Is the dorkiest thing ever. And also, I think they’re opening and closing the doors to the bridge for Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk. Some commercials take themselves way too seriously. […]
Nyquil oh NyquilCherry flavored drooling sleepNightmares and dry mouth This is not my houseThis is not my beautifulStubble ridden calf Phone rings across houseShould I get up and get it?Maybe it will stop Ricola drops andSnot jeweled tissue flowerAdorn the table Too much TRLMouth breathers are coolOooh, Viva La Bam! Cranberry grape juiceNorthland one hundred […]
Wednesday, January 7, 2004
empty for now… dude, you totally missed out.
I got one of the coolest compliments yesterday. I bumped into the always lovely Carissa in the cafeteria and told her how hot she looked. And she said ‘Well, not as hot as Saturday night.’ To which I said ‘Do tell!’ and she said ‘Sit down! I will!’ and then we made excited girly noises, […]
