The Things They Leave Behind is something i wrote.

This morning on my way to work I listened to NPR discuss the report on the Columbia disaster that happened some six months ago. My immediate reaction was, “Oh, I bet the Outlaw is reading that whole thing.”
That was what he left behind, his love outer space and the space program.
Monday, as I was rushing [...]

since i have plans wednesday, thrusday, and friday, and i have to be home on saturday to cook and get read for the “No Buzz Kill/End of Summer” hoo-ha on sunday, i’ve loaded up netflix with a bounty of blockbustery goodness. so is anyone up for “Casablanca,” “Chungking Express,” and “Funny Face” on saturday?

that, that thing, it was a giant sigh of relief. i’m home! i’m home! and i don’t have to work for the next onetwothreefourfiveSIX days! i don’t even know what to do with myself. i couldn’t decide what to do, so i made myself a drink roughly the size of, well, it’s a goodly size [...]

“i don’t get addicted to things when i lose,” he said.
“i do,” i said. “they’re called men.”
at this point we just looked at each other and died laughing.
another co-worker just walked by tapping his watch.
“aren’t you on vacation tomorrow?”
“yeah.”
“what are you still doing here?”
“i have to finish editing the thing,” i said.
“still?”
“first i had to [...]

things i scribbled to remind myself:
write about the things they leave behind– not stepping on dragon fly, the space shuttle disaster.
rescue fantasies, man that’s backwards, need for house husband, “dude i just want someone to do the dishes and rub my back.”
getting yelled at and not crying, frustration, anger, RAGE!
finish anita story and nipple story. [...]

my “one more day” mantra continues.
the bossman stopped by early to talk about a meeting we were cancelling.
“are you trying to kill me so i can’t go on vacation,” i moaned.
“i can’t decide who’s gonna die first,” he said. “i thought for sure you’d kill us before we killed you.”
then chickenlittle came over.
“you promised [...]

it just might be another boy for sister #3. i have hard time putting 100% faith into the ultrasound.

it’s 9p.m. quitting time for this hard working girl. my back is killing me. “one more day, one more day” is my mantra. they’ll need great gobs of luck getting me to do anything too taxing tomorrow. let ‘em sweat it themselves, maybe they’ll realize just how much i do. or not.
with the new size-smaller [...]

not only did my new yoga essentials kit arrive today (i wanted the blocks and the strap), so did my new jeans — the very jeans that i am currently wearing that are a size smaller than the jeans i was wearing prior to the arrival of the new jeans.

i’m not quite sure how people survived the work day before haadphone were invented. if it weren’t for the ability to blast really good music really loudly directly into my ears, there would be a lot more maimed and injured people walking around this joint.
also, it’s super doofy, but my heart still races everytime the [...]

chicken little has returned from his week-long vacation. he toddled past my cube at 8:30 this morning just as i was about to stab myself in the neck with a red fine-tip sharpie because, well, things already weren’t working.
“good to see nothing’s changed,” he said and then slowly backed out of my cell.
don’t you just [...]

today i had lunch with the delightfully delightful darlingchuck, a genuine mad scientist. it was so fun! because, well, i’ve never met a real, live mad scientist before. i’ve met really weird scientists, and really boring scientists, but never a mad scientist.
it was just so weird, but in the fascinating, so unlike me way. i [...]

rambling at great length about everything and nothign at all, with a great lack of emotion over at backwash.

booya!