So I'm off of work for a week for our winter shutdown. It's nice. Gives me time to relax and do things I've been putting off because of fatigue. Hence, I am here to catch up and update.
I took the Christmas money I received from my family to go shopping yesterday. I bought a spring coat. A peacoat that fits me beautifully. And a shirt that my friends Abbey and Butt say make me look hot. Limited Edition Office Space DVD... for $10 I might add. A Tom Robbins book that I started reading right away. It is blowing my mind with how amazing it is written. And a new vibrator. It is also blowing my mind.
So far, here are some of my favorite lines/passages from my new book:
'"Does the moon have a purpose? she inquired of Prince Charming.
Prince Charming pretended that she had asked a silly question. Perhaps she had. The same query put to the Remington SL3 (Cassio's note: The prologue talks about his new typewriter, the Remington SL3) elicited this response:
Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of the bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is:
Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself.
Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and the end of time.
Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon."
ALSO
"The moon invented natural rhythm. Civilization uninvented it."
ALSO
(When talking to her boyfriend about whether or not to have another abortion)
'"No more vacuum cleaners, no more steel. They can scrape my heart, they can scrape my brain before they'll scrape my uterus again. It's been over a year since my last D and C, and I still feel raw in there. It feels bitter when it should feel sweet, it feels ragged when it should feel pink. Death has thrown a stag party in the most sacred room in my body. From now on, that space belongs to life."'
Isn't that amazing?
I have a new-found hatred for the postal service (not the band in which I love). We have been getting mail from the previous tenants for the first week or so of living in the new apartment. Which I assumed would happen. I wrote "Return To Sender" and "Wrong Address" on all of them and put it all back in the mailbox. For an entire week it sat in my mailbox. Untouched. I got fed up of repeatedly thinking I got mail and instantly realizing that I, in fact, had not. So I took all of it to the post office in order to get rid of it. Also, I needed to talk to them about my paycheck that I had not received. They took the mail from me and told me my paycheck will get to me in about a week since I just changed my address. I was relieved to get rid of that mail and stressed about my paycheck since I had presents to buy and bills to pay. Anyway. Skip ahead to the next day. I woke up and checked the mail. And ALL of the mail I had gotten rid of the day before was back on my porch. None of it my own. Eventually I started getting my mail. I got my paycheck a week late as promised. And I received my Holiday package from SG. But it was already open. Someone stole my gift right out of my mailbox.
As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it should read "Watch for Pretty Rocks." I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke - just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy!
I like having to time to do whatever I want during shutdown. I've been writing. Painting things that I should've had done weeks, if not months, ago. Reading. Spending time with my friends. It's nice.
I think I might be getting a free pair of jeans from Abercrombie and Fitch. I have a good friend in a band who is playing some sort of show for the guy who owns the clothing store. After they play and get paid, they also get to go into the Columbus store and pick out WHATEVER they want. He told me this and jokingly I said I wore a size 1 in pants. And he said, "Okay. I'll get you some." I don't own anything from that store. I don't really like them. But jeans are jeans. And free jeans are FREE FUCKING JEANS!
I was looking for a purse yesterday when I went shopping but I didn't care for any that I saw. So I think I'm going to make my own purse. If anyone knows exactly how to do this I would greatly appreciate the advice.
If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's real embarrassing if someone tries to kill you.
I took the Christmas money I received from my family to go shopping yesterday. I bought a spring coat. A peacoat that fits me beautifully. And a shirt that my friends Abbey and Butt say make me look hot. Limited Edition Office Space DVD... for $10 I might add. A Tom Robbins book that I started reading right away. It is blowing my mind with how amazing it is written. And a new vibrator. It is also blowing my mind.
So far, here are some of my favorite lines/passages from my new book:
'"Does the moon have a purpose? she inquired of Prince Charming.
Prince Charming pretended that she had asked a silly question. Perhaps she had. The same query put to the Remington SL3 (Cassio's note: The prologue talks about his new typewriter, the Remington SL3) elicited this response:
Albert Camus wrote that the only serious question is whether to kill yourself or not.
Tom Robbins wrote that the only serious question is whether time has a beginning and an end.
Camus clearly got up on the wrong side of the bed, and Robbins must have forgotten to set the alarm.
There is only one serious question. And that is:
Who knows how to make love stay?
Answer me that and I will tell you whether or not to kill yourself.
Answer me that and I will ease your mind about the beginning and the end of time.
Answer me that and I will reveal to you the purpose of the moon."
ALSO
"The moon invented natural rhythm. Civilization uninvented it."
ALSO
(When talking to her boyfriend about whether or not to have another abortion)
'"No more vacuum cleaners, no more steel. They can scrape my heart, they can scrape my brain before they'll scrape my uterus again. It's been over a year since my last D and C, and I still feel raw in there. It feels bitter when it should feel sweet, it feels ragged when it should feel pink. Death has thrown a stag party in the most sacred room in my body. From now on, that space belongs to life."'
Isn't that amazing?
I have a new-found hatred for the postal service (not the band in which I love). We have been getting mail from the previous tenants for the first week or so of living in the new apartment. Which I assumed would happen. I wrote "Return To Sender" and "Wrong Address" on all of them and put it all back in the mailbox. For an entire week it sat in my mailbox. Untouched. I got fed up of repeatedly thinking I got mail and instantly realizing that I, in fact, had not. So I took all of it to the post office in order to get rid of it. Also, I needed to talk to them about my paycheck that I had not received. They took the mail from me and told me my paycheck will get to me in about a week since I just changed my address. I was relieved to get rid of that mail and stressed about my paycheck since I had presents to buy and bills to pay. Anyway. Skip ahead to the next day. I woke up and checked the mail. And ALL of the mail I had gotten rid of the day before was back on my porch. None of it my own. Eventually I started getting my mail. I got my paycheck a week late as promised. And I received my Holiday package from SG. But it was already open. Someone stole my gift right out of my mailbox.
As we were driving, we saw a sign that said "Watch for Rocks." Marta said it should read "Watch for Pretty Rocks." I told her she should write in her suggestion to the highway department, but she started saying it was a joke - just to get out of writing a simple letter! And I thought I was lazy!
I like having to time to do whatever I want during shutdown. I've been writing. Painting things that I should've had done weeks, if not months, ago. Reading. Spending time with my friends. It's nice.
I think I might be getting a free pair of jeans from Abercrombie and Fitch. I have a good friend in a band who is playing some sort of show for the guy who owns the clothing store. After they play and get paid, they also get to go into the Columbus store and pick out WHATEVER they want. He told me this and jokingly I said I wore a size 1 in pants. And he said, "Okay. I'll get you some." I don't own anything from that store. I don't really like them. But jeans are jeans. And free jeans are FREE FUCKING JEANS!
I was looking for a purse yesterday when I went shopping but I didn't care for any that I saw. So I think I'm going to make my own purse. If anyone knows exactly how to do this I would greatly appreciate the advice.
If you're a young Mafia gangster out on your first date, I bet it's real embarrassing if someone tries to kill you.
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ghoulish:
i still love you, despite my long absences.
gofuserectus:
i love tom robbins, still life with woodpecker is really great. jitterbug perfume too! you havent posted in so long i hope you are well.