You Are At The Archives for April, 2002

April 30th, 2002

it’s my site and i can pout if i want to

lifting content from the comments, mostly because i want to explore this a little more. wes asked me some questions in response to my whining about nobody wanting to date me. Who do you want to date? men. Do you have requirements? a pulse, no wedding ring, at least 5’10″ tall. i know, i’m shallow [...]

April 30th, 2002

this monkey’s gone to heaven

i am weak, i could not resist. In Heaven. You’re mysterious, picky, and a bit aloof. Some people say you have a very cheery personality, but it’s hard to say because you mask your emotions behind dark pretenses. You enjoy watching obscure movies and going to plays, but by the end of the day you’re [...]

April 30th, 2002

dice behind your shades

top ten desert island, all time favorite recording artists in no particular order: 1. the replacements/paul westerberg 2. tom waits 3. elvis costello 4. soul coughing/m. doughty 5. bob dylan 6. rem 7. wilco 8. matthew sweet 9. bob mould/sugar/husker du 10. liz phair this list brought to you by the interesting music discussion that [...]

April 30th, 2002

boring enormous

it’s finally here, the new paul westerberg album. i went to three different stores last week to get it on the day it was released and of course, i couldn’t find it. so now it’s here and only a week late. just hearing his voice all scratchy and imperfect makes the blood flow faster and [...]

April 30th, 2002

you grip her love like a driver’s license

the parents are moving today so they needed to use my darling ruby to haul stuff. that leaves me with the mommobile– a 2000 toyota camry. after driving ruby for the past two months it seemed i was driving a skateboard down the highway. it sits so low. plus camrys aren’t built for 6’5″ people. [...]

April 29th, 2002

keep your pretty trap shut

westerberg brought the rawk and i witnessed the rawk, on the telly, but really beggers can’t be choosers can they? my heart was beating all kinds of crazy as soon as dave mentioned his name and then there he was in a goofy hat, with his bad teeth and sunglasses singing a song and i [...]

April 29th, 2002

i’m tired and naked

i sent myself to my room, hoping to pout out the pouty pouts that have infected this monday. it didn’t work so well. i just masturbated, tossed and turned. nothing seemed to make me feel any better about anything. now the plan is to eat ice cream and stare at the tv counting the minutes [...]

April 29th, 2002

it’s a hootenanny

set your vcrs! stay up late! Westerberg’s gonna be on David Letterman tonight.

April 28th, 2002

bittersweet me

why in the hell doesn’t anyone want to date me? that’s all i want to know, damnit.

April 28th, 2002

oh, oh i know this one!

dear searcher, the answer is hell no. now get to it. love, jodi

April 28th, 2002

mulholland drive for the anonymous commenter

DON’T READ THIS IF YOU HAVE ANY INTENTIONS OF SEEING LYNCH’S MULHOLLAND DRIVE. . . YOU’VE BEEN WARNED. . . THE OWLS ARE NOT WHAT THEY SEEM the way i see it the dead lady was diane/betty she pretty much wanted to die after having camilla/rita offed, don’t you think? that’s what i think. i’m [...]

April 28th, 2002

a vision softly creeping

shhhh, can you hear that? that’s the sound of my apartment falling silent. sister #4 has ushered the kidlings off to grandparentland and i think i might have to take a nap. amazingly they cleaned up pretty well and my apartment was left in the semi-shambles in which they found it.

April 28th, 2002

Adventures in Babysitting

Sister #2 and her husband have ventured to the big Apple in honor of their 7th wedding anniversary. That has left me, Aunt Bad Lady, and sister #4 in charge of Jaycie and Max’s well being. Let me tell you one thing, nothing is more terrifying than hearing the words of your parents fly out [...]

April 28th, 2002

conversations

Adventures in babysitting is up over at backwash. it’s all about my morning.

April 28th, 2002

and they don’t lose any sleep at night

well we’ve made it through the cold, dark night to emerge relatively unscathed in the cool light of morning. they are munching cereal and listening to the dixie chicks. they seem to have survived. through some strange stroke of luck, they slept in until 9 a.m. cleary somebody likes me. it’s funny to watch them [...]