cursory update for policy:
i am really hoping that my system continues to battle the cats valiantly a la Richard Coeur de Lion for long enough that i can get a job which requires me to spend several hours OUT of cat farm. Because a year ago i was getting awesome stuff like abscesses when i was home for longer than a week. Hotcha! Sexy? Yes!
So I've never had ANY love lost for John Mayer. His song about bodies being vunderbar! or whatever, sounds like he's singing entirely through a force field of menstruating vaginas.
But I turn on VH1 yesterday (YES I KNOW I AM NOT REALLY 35) while i'm waiting for Herr Dialup to mach scnell and he's got some show. I watched--admittedly to playa hate--and discovered that...he's actually kind of smart and funny. Goddamn it. Well, I still hate your music and your music's ass-face. Best horrible line: "Iiiii'll use myyyy haaaands..." BAGAGA!
on the docket: continuing to be the unpaid cleaning woman in the case del siv. there are so many porcelain surfaces in this world. no wonder guybrush hates the stuff.
oh and sorry to all of you who i missed on the way back from MA. the idea of driving back through NYC gave me an anxiety rash. not really, but basically right around Connecticut i got in that mode..you know, the mode where you suddenly decide that you're IN THE ZONE and ONE WITH THE WHEELS and that you will drive all 10 hours in one day, gol-dern-it.
I was definitely inspired by the tape i had in the deck: Del: I Wish My Brother George Was Here. i listened to that sucker so many times that i have BECOME Mr. Bombay.
I made it to about Delaware/MD border at 6 p.m. and could go no further. My calf cramps had calf cramps. So I pulled into a Holiday Inn in Newark! LOVELY Newark.
Truths:
Nobody good will be in a happy hour which exists from 4-6 on a Tuesday in a Newark Holiday Inn.
Smoking in your room--even when it specifically IS a "smoking room"--is a disgusting idea and i will never ever smoke indoors again. Ever.
Scotch is your only friend, traveller. So drink up. Then go out to the car and bring in your boombox and have dance wars with yourself.
Really.
i am really hoping that my system continues to battle the cats valiantly a la Richard Coeur de Lion for long enough that i can get a job which requires me to spend several hours OUT of cat farm. Because a year ago i was getting awesome stuff like abscesses when i was home for longer than a week. Hotcha! Sexy? Yes!
So I've never had ANY love lost for John Mayer. His song about bodies being vunderbar! or whatever, sounds like he's singing entirely through a force field of menstruating vaginas.
But I turn on VH1 yesterday (YES I KNOW I AM NOT REALLY 35) while i'm waiting for Herr Dialup to mach scnell and he's got some show. I watched--admittedly to playa hate--and discovered that...he's actually kind of smart and funny. Goddamn it. Well, I still hate your music and your music's ass-face. Best horrible line: "Iiiii'll use myyyy haaaands..." BAGAGA!
on the docket: continuing to be the unpaid cleaning woman in the case del siv. there are so many porcelain surfaces in this world. no wonder guybrush hates the stuff.
oh and sorry to all of you who i missed on the way back from MA. the idea of driving back through NYC gave me an anxiety rash. not really, but basically right around Connecticut i got in that mode..you know, the mode where you suddenly decide that you're IN THE ZONE and ONE WITH THE WHEELS and that you will drive all 10 hours in one day, gol-dern-it.
I was definitely inspired by the tape i had in the deck: Del: I Wish My Brother George Was Here. i listened to that sucker so many times that i have BECOME Mr. Bombay.
I made it to about Delaware/MD border at 6 p.m. and could go no further. My calf cramps had calf cramps. So I pulled into a Holiday Inn in Newark! LOVELY Newark.
Truths:
Nobody good will be in a happy hour which exists from 4-6 on a Tuesday in a Newark Holiday Inn.
Smoking in your room--even when it specifically IS a "smoking room"--is a disgusting idea and i will never ever smoke indoors again. Ever.
Scotch is your only friend, traveller. So drink up. Then go out to the car and bring in your boombox and have dance wars with yourself.
Really.
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