me: you know you’re my favorite waste of time, don’t you?
him: stop, you’re making me blush. . . i like that. i am going to use it sometime.
me: you can’t steal my good lines. that sucks ass. if i ever hear of you using one of my lines to pick up some pathetic girlie, i [...]

i told ella on friday that if i am not married by the time i am 33, i will have a child all by myself. it’s the ultimate in selfishness, i know. but i don’t care. i want to have a child much more than i want a husband. and really, why should i have [...]

for those who might be curious i made an initial pass at the schmoopy love song cd. here is the line up:
tchaikovsky– love theme from romeo and juliet
etta james– at last
ella fitzgerald and louis armstrong– dream a little dream
frank sinatra– strangers in the night
bob dylan– tangled up in blue
rem– nightswimming
peter gabriel– your eyes
bob dylan– to [...]

a more perfectly decadent and relaxing sunday would be hard to imagine. after the fly-down debacle, things smoothed out deliciously. while the crock pot crocked, the cd-burner burned, i laid about in bed reading a a book. after some practice and a short nap. i awoke to perfectly perfect chili and made me a grilled [...]

yeah, i was totally fooled by the hype. i remember when Blow came out it was touted as being good. they were wrong, dead wrong. it kept my rapt attention for the entire time it took me to gobble down a bowl of chili. zzzzzzzzzzzzz. i sit here typing and the movie still plays. thankfully, [...]

yeah, you probably should have asked me out last week.
why? because today i got some homemade, from scratch, chili bubbling in ye olde crock pot. it smells damn good. yes! already have dinner cooking and it’s only 12:30.
even more amazing is that the dishes are loaded into the dishwasher, the dishwasher that is running. [...]

my efforts to be unusually productive on a sunday afternoon have been somewhat thwarted.
i tooled off to the grocery store to get me some chili fixins and other assorted vittles since my fridge has been empty for much longer than i care to admit.
y’all know how much i hate the grocery store. i thought going [...]

while gathering laundry to bring to my parents’ house, i made two observations.
one, i have a lot of damn bras. well, it seems like a lot. because i really don’t know the average number of bras a woman owns. is it 5? 7? 15? 392? i picked 8 up off the floor, plus there is [...]

what’s the most romantic song ever?

i am happy to report that it’s nearing 1 o’clock on this lovely friday and i haven’t done one lick of work.

my tummy hurts. i don’t know why. it’s been sorta hurty a lot lately. on and off hurtiness. it’s probably cancer.
i wish that orangiehairdreamboy existed and was here and would let me lay my head in his lap and he’d coo at me and call me poor cuddlybug and rub my forehead while i moaned [...]

holy hannah! i just got done watching Memento. it has got to be the biggest mind-fuck since fight club.
what an excellent movie. if you haven’t seen it yet, you should. i just sat there with rapt attention. i couldn’t have stopped watching if you paid me. the movie just unfolds and unfolds and then unfolds [...]

*sigh*
so i got my techdoof fix today. i haven’t gotten it in awhile. works been this crazy hurricane of insanity, so it’s hard to sneak off and pick on them. it seems they appreciate me much more when i don’t bug them constantly. or their appreciation might have stemmed from the 8 slices of pizza [...]

in my continuing quest to do nice stuff for people. someone special should be getting something special in the mail soon. now, i need to start pondering who to be nice to next week.

ya know, whatever you might say about Amazon.com. . . you gotta love their customer service. i sent them an e-mail asking about the new Douglas Coupland book i ordered in June, and that was supposed to be released in September– that i still haven’t got.
They apologized all over the place and said that the [...]