ok, this damn day has got me down and depressed. i just hate new year’s eve with a passion. i hate the pressure to do something cool and to do it with someone cool. i hate that i don’t have anything cool to do or anyone to do it with. i hate that when i [...]
between the badgering of webboy and the edict handed down from the bosslady, jess and i were conned into going to the company party next friday. please, please pray for me. i am trying to con artguy into going, but i don’t even think i have that much persuasive power.
you know, since today’s new years eve (which makes my stomach hurt because well, because) does that mean the season of giving is almost over? because though christmas was good to me, i didn’t get the light blue cubist bag my heart desired more than anything (besides the raymond carver books, typewriter, calendars, short story [...]
i am waiting for the day, waiting for the day when it’s workplace acceptable to sing along to the songs on your headphones. or i wait for the day when people will not make fun of you when they hear you singing along to the songs on your headphones. i’m not picky. also, bonnie brought [...]
i think webboy is climbing the favorite co-worker charts. mostly because he laughs at all my really lame jokes and partly because he answers to webboy. i mean, is there anything more you could want in a favorite co-worker? witness this conversation: “jodi, you hear anything about the web servers,” webboy asked. “uh, no.” “oh.” [...]
tam did it, so now i have to. Book That changed my life: A Prayer for Owen Meany. i read this when i was 18 or 19 and discovered what good books could be. it amazed me that something written could be so beautiful and moving. until that point i had feasted on bad romances [...]
sexxy black, as i call her, was the belle of the post-holiday office ball. everyone who walked by had to touch her, to try her out. “the quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog” they typed. “it was a dark and stormy night,” was another favorite. i kept asking them how much they’d give [...]
i got my sexxy black typewriter today. it’s just about the cutest thing i ever did see. when i get home tonight i will take pictures so you can see it. it’s so cute. so cute. also, mcsweeney’s 12 and jesus’ son in the mail. i think if i could sit home for a month [...]
i’ve made it to 9 o’clock which is quite a feat, but i’m quite worse for the wear. i’m the throes of a black, black sunday, which makes me feel like my skin’s on inside out and my nerves are exposed. this makes me quite tender and prone to being easily hurt. tonight i just [...]
i am resisting the urge to take a good, long, warm nap. it’s not so easy, seeing as i didn’t get to sleep until after 8:30 this morning. also, i’m reading the modern retelling of The Little Women, which i’m not so sure i’m digging at all. my life, it’s dull today.
since i was so productive in my sleeplessness last night/this morning, i have decided that i can be an utter waste of skin in my awakeness this afternoon/tonight. it seems like a fair trade to me. ‘sides with only four hours of sleep, i can’t be expected to do too much can i? maybe the [...]
it’s 6 a.m. and i’ve got my laundry nearly done and the garbage taken out. if i conjure up the energy to do dishes instead of watching the “Frida” DVD i got for christmas, i could sleep the rest of the day and it’d still be considered a highly-productive sunday.
you would think that doing your laundry at 4 a.m. would be primo time not to worry about full machines and what not. but you’d be wrong. apparently the laundry room of this building is a hotbed of activity at 4 a.m. fucking figures, doesn’t it?
i never thought i’d hear myself say it, but i’m actually looking forward to going to work on monday. the holidays are hell on the lonely and going back to work will make life seem semi-back-to-normal, well with the exception of new year’s the worst of the holiday-trifecta. i hate the pressure of needing “something [...]
i was doing pretty good today. cleaning and grocery shopping and what not, then things went horribly awry. i blame it on the weird convergence of stuff. Li-Young Lee in the issue of Speakeasy that came today, and the greatest hits of Crows both of the Sheryl and Counting variety on the stereo. and this [...]
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