tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-60028512011-04-21T16:00:26.890-05:00like being killedthoughts, insomnia, sarcasm, poems, self-absorption, song lyrics, review things, idiocy, brilliance, questions, answers, half-answers, rhetoric, links, love, hate, disgust, lowercase...piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comBlogger1091100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1088480981005782232004-06-28T22:47:00.000-05:002004-06-29T00:02:01.326-05:00 ALAS, POOR BLOG. I KNEW HIM WELL, HORATIO.
please visit
http://www.obfuscatedgirl.com
piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1088456717735725492004-06-28T15:54:00.000-05:002004-06-28T16:05:17.736-05:00 be a star, and fall down somewhere next to me
This week I am at home "doing work" while my "boss" is on a "photo shoot." The shoot is somewhere in the city limits so at least I can call her if I get finished with this project in the next 48 hours, which I suspect will happen. Hell, I may get more hours than I normally do when I go in. My finances are calculated at being sufficiently sort piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1088026409078707672004-06-23T15:40:00.000-05:002004-06-23T16:33:29.076-05:00 teh winnar!
is http://www.obfuscatedgirl.com, and if you find the domain name incredibly pretentious and please-love-me-I-am-sad-and-I-also-know-a-big-word that is too bad, because NO ONE PLAYED ALONG AND GAVE ME ANY SUGGESTIONS AT ALL YOU BITCHES (I am slightly ashamed that I'm back to whoring myself/begging/cursing for comments). There is very little set up at that piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1087839010694355002004-06-21T11:57:00.000-05:002004-06-21T16:21:21.393-05:00 DOING IT A LOT IS OKAY
Grrrr.
No, seriously, grrrr.
These are my complaints with today: 1. it is raining and while NPR must have told me that it would rain about fifty times this morning before I left, I did not take my umbrella with me and now I smell and resemble a wet dog. Happy Summer Freaking Solstice. 2. My financial situation tells me that I can only go to piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1087588403591589622004-06-18T13:49:00.000-05:002004-06-18T14:53:23.590-05:00 MAMACITA, PAPADANA
So I have been convinced to keep writing this (I'm sure you're all exhaling with relief). For the record, The Girl was at the show and I have come to justify people's tendencies to namedrop (incl., esp.: mine) and list their entire record collections on the internet thusly: The whole world is about searching for connections with people who are similar, piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1087340770677386282004-06-15T16:52:00.000-05:002004-06-15T18:23:36.056-05:00 We can wipe you out anytime.
Here's the deal. I am completely lost.
I have been spending a lot of time on the internet these past few weeks. This has led to several allergic reactions (I have discovered that I'm allergic to self-pity, which as you can imagine, makes it really hard to be me), one revelation (guess what--none of you lowercase-happy people are e.e. cummings! piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-108691821249406842004-06-10T20:29:00.000-05:002004-06-10T20:47:52.000-05:00 gutless
sorry for the lack of action this week. i don't really have all that much to say. i have been hiding out and watching more anime. (Biggest. Dork. Ever.)and alternately hating my job and feeling guilty for hating it. and getting used to the new sleeping schedule, still. restless. not sure why. tired. a lot.
i am also having my periodic self-doubt of why i keeppiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1086382815264639392004-06-04T15:35:00.000-05:002004-06-04T16:32:25.060-05:00 what you don't have you don't need it now
here is a list of things that made me happy today, the first four of which are food related, because i just ate, having not consumed breakfast (or showered) this morning and had one of those how-the-hell-did-i-manage-to-get-out-the-door-in-ten-minutes mornings:
1. my cold is now in the stage where i can taste things.
2. peanut butter. piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1086116180964012152004-06-01T13:23:00.000-05:002004-06-01T14:00:00.790-05:00and i suppose your guess is more or less as bad as mine
as predicted, it is less than a week after i started working again and i cannot stand my job. mostly because i have been scheduled for twelve hours a week after i was under the impression that i was going to get at least twenty-five (and not being happy about any of it because i had been led to believe that this was, piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1085688088362220972004-05-27T14:29:00.000-05:002004-05-27T15:49:09.463-05:00 void after
to start: a link. i kind of wanted to see troy until i started hearing a lot about the sucktacular suckiness. thanks to this via occupation: girl, i don't have to.
lengthy excerpt:
Somewhere Else Inside the Palace of Troy
BRISEIS: Paris!
ACHILLES: Briseis!
BRISEIS: Paris!
ACHILLES: Briseis!
AGAMEMNON [grabs Briseis]: Oh, now we're gonna piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1085537833524064402004-05-25T20:39:00.000-05:002004-05-25T21:19:37.850-05:00 my love don't cost a thing...unless we divorce
heh. that line is from a spin article that i cut out and pasted on my computer at home, back when i was in the phase where every flat surface had to have something on it, and preferably something cooler than you'd ever heard of. now, since i have been broken by life (bites knuckle) i don't so much do that anymore. (also, more practically piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1085411016227794072004-05-24T09:39:00.000-05:002004-05-24T10:03:36.226-05:00 under construction
this is a formal apology to all the people who have made comments recently, because when i redid the layout (about goddamn time, i say) i lost all the customizations. i am also going to rebuild the links sometime in the near future, so if i linked to you and you are not there anymore and are sad i'm sorry about that too. side note: i actually know some piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1085249091789136962004-05-22T12:15:00.000-05:002004-05-22T13:04:51.790-05:00.
did i mention that i have a job? because i have a job.
*the above image, besides being one of my most favoritest pictures ever, is directed squarely at The Man. thank you.*
actually, not only do i have a job, i suddenly also have an offer from temp agency #1, being, of all things, a library clerk. and so i am considering two (2) job offers (!!!!!!!!!!) and have to get back to one piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1085154343183189662004-05-21T10:43:00.000-05:002004-05-21T10:51:49.373-05:00 !!!!!!
ladies and gentlemen:
I GOT THE JOB.
it starts next thursday. i will be a personal assistant to a lady that does...well that has yet to be exactly determined, but it starts at a dollar more than i made previously. and it involves booking and working with (probably terrible) bands. i'm the shit, i'm the shit. and while it is not What I Want To Be piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1084857424190559102004-05-17T23:11:00.000-05:002004-05-18T00:17:04.190-05:00i want to ride my bicycle, i want to ride it where i like
.
there are certain issues which i am not going to address here, i.e. the last entry. while i don't wish to alienate anyone who reads this, it seems to me that there's nothing wrong with a former geekiest girl in the entire world semianonymously celebrating a random stranger's reaction to her body. i think that we as a human racepiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1084468838273390442004-05-13T11:59:00.000-05:002004-05-13T12:20:38.273-05:00 on catcalls, ryan seacrest and the ever-elusive quality of happiness
i am grinning ear-to-ear right now. warning: what i am about to say will possibly set feminism fifty years back.
i was walking down the street this morning and this darling mopheaded college-looking boy in a who pulled up alongside at a stop sign. it took me a few minutes to actually process what happened nextpiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1084392356208516242004-05-12T14:54:00.000-05:002004-05-12T15:05:56.210-05:00 the detour
i don't know what it's like in your city, but here the official arrival of summer is marked by the expressions guys, a bunch of WGWDs (white guys with dreadlocks) who patrol the city streets trying to get you to buy their shitty magazine filled with shitty poetry. this is the type of magazine that does not reject any submissions ever and so it is filled with piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1083940494396906072004-05-07T09:34:00.000-05:002004-05-07T09:39:22.170-05:00expect the best, accept the worst
tired again. kept waking up from very strange dreams (my entire family went to see an r.kelly biopic, my brother teased me about how r. kelly was my favorite singer, i got really mad and went home but then had to go back to the movie theatre to go to the bathroom, where my sister said dream-muffled sympathetic things, cut to my mom yelling at me for going piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1083679339022097522004-05-04T09:02:00.000-05:002004-05-04T15:24:23.483-05:00don't give me your heartbeat cause i've had enough
you know, i really don't have anything to say. matthew's cat has been follwing me from room to room and mewing at me pitifully the whole 45 minutes that i've been awake, and i would be really pretentious if i mused about how it meant that something Needs Me, so i won't. also i have no idea how it happened but this wee blog has somehow piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1083332467866514912004-04-30T08:41:00.000-05:002004-04-30T08:47:53.670-05:00 "variations on the word 'sleep'"
hello. i have this heaviness in my eyes that is preventing me from being completely awake yet. in honor of that i leave you with a margaret atwood poem as well as the Strangest Link Ever (see links section). happy weekend. here it is supposed to be rainy and cold. i may go to madison to visit my mom and see my sister's orchestra concert, but i haven't piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1083199835319315312004-04-28T19:50:00.000-05:002004-04-28T19:54:51.123-05:00 do not go gently into that good night
so my mother is in the hospital with pneumonia. while it could be something worse, i am really scared and helpless-feeling and the whatif monster is back and thriving. i talked to her tonight & she said that the doctors kept pushing back her release date, and because of the medication she's on she tends to not speak as clearly as she usually piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1083035200041147012004-04-26T22:06:00.000-05:002004-04-26T22:12:36.700-05:00these ideas of the ruling class should not be the ruling ideas
things are not as bleak as they were yesterday. i don't have any one concrete thing to point to & say "this is why i am better." here are some contributing factors:
*i apologized to matthew for keeping him awake until 1 in the morning asking him to list things that i am actually good at, and that felt better.
*i talked piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1082949863136258152004-04-25T22:24:00.000-05:002004-04-25T22:28:35.326-05:00and another thing:
this is the INTERNET. this is NOT REAL LIFE. this is SPITTING INTO THE WIND, or THROWING THINGS AGAINST AN ABANDONED PIECE OF CONCRETE, or DOUGHNUTS INTO A BLACK HOLE, or INSERT YOUR METAPHOR HERE.
why do i care so much about what someone who i will never meet thinks of my writing?
(...because if i can't convince random strangers from signapore that i can write piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1082948804169029452004-04-25T22:06:00.000-05:002004-04-25T22:10:56.576-05:00prettiest boy
beings that i am secretly insecure about my writing abilities, hell, abilities in general (and by saying that you understand that it translates to being completely obsessed with myself and who might be observing me), i occasionally go back and read reviews that i have written on this website looking for comments that people may or may not have written about them. i piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1082678866526848772004-04-22T19:07:00.000-05:002004-04-23T09:07:58.670-05:00goddamnit
so i was in the middle of writing this long elaborate post apologizing for my lack of writings this week and talking about the show i went to in madison which was fantastic except for the audience and how this band broke up the day they were supposed to play the show i saw and my ennui in general and last night's antics wherein my friend, who is newly christened the Princess and i piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1082345585410813252004-04-18T22:33:00.000-05:002004-04-18T22:37:07.983-05:00note to self:
just because you have an extremely difficult time keeping your disgust at your own lack of physical prowess/athleticism in check does not mean that you get to inflict it upon the world at large. just because it's easy to shut down and give up doesn't mean that you get to anymore. just because you secretly think that your boyfriend would be much happier with a girl who could piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1082058310401451812004-04-15T14:45:00.000-05:002004-04-15T14:52:05.700-05:00i wonder should i call you but i know just what you'll do
so apparently if you google the following: "west allis green tea samurai" you get matthew's 'about me' page, and if you google "sarah zion halloween muir" you get the first time in his journal that he talks about me. aww. there was some weird way you get to my page through googling too but i am too tired to go find it again. i would piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1081988885449993312004-04-14T19:28:00.000-05:002004-04-14T19:46:13.983-05:00apple core. back for more. who's your friend? ME.
am back. memo to amy: are you happy now?
sometimes it takes a calf sucking on your hand to remind you that you're alive.
it was rather an uneventful weekend/week thus far. i have food in my refrigerator again, which is a typical result of visiting my parents. i also have a freezer door which appears to be frozen open and the piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1081450457229199852004-04-08T13:54:00.000-05:002004-04-08T13:58:48.310-05:00 hoo
i was listening to npr earlier and they just played a song as an outro to the last program, which was about teenage sex education, i guess. the singer and instrumentation sounded like a bad prince clone & the chorus was as follows:
"we don't have to take our clothes off to have a good time, oh no." there was also some sort of reference to cherry wine. it was really, really piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1081210983815920932004-04-05T19:23:00.000-05:002004-04-05T19:26:48.450-05:00god only knows what i'd be without you
if today was any indication or sign of what is to come, i am going to spend the entirety of the rest of this week curled up in bed crying as if someone kicked me.
i wasted so much time today, as i do many days; something about the time change made me extra tired and something about the fact that i didn't hear anything back about this interview i piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1081024748389060762004-04-03T14:39:00.000-06:002004-04-03T19:21:38.623-06:00rebel rebel, your face is a mess
there are certain things that i'm going to get cheap little thrills out of doing even when i'm eighty-five, i think:
* wearing doc martens with pretty skirts
* chewing my nails
* rolling down the window and putting my hand on the roof of the car when it's warm & sunny
* singing in the shower and/or along with my walkman, loudly
* dancingpiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1080791641184597312004-03-31T21:54:00.000-06:002004-03-31T21:59:21.390-06:00day five
okay, so there has been some wall-climbing. especially tonight; i went over to amy's for round 2 of the his & her circumstances marathon and she is capable of smoking more than anyone i've ever seen; there were several times that even though i was tempted to throttle her and demand that she give me one, i made it. and she was very good about the whole thing and went outside to smoke. piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1080588203618556892004-03-29T13:23:00.000-06:002004-03-29T13:26:58.216-06:00cryptic, part 2
the only thing that i have to report is that i am halfway through day three of the no smoking project--errr, the no smoking rest-of-my-life. (that may be a trifle optimistic.)
and i'm not climbing up the walls.
praise me. now, please.
soundtrack: atmosphere, "don't ever fucking question that."
(out.)
piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1080333825273424482004-03-26T14:43:00.000-06:002004-03-26T14:47:15.546-06:00cryptic
the thing about slowly emerging from this type of sick is that i am tired all the time. and i really, really just wanna go lie down. but i have to fix my apartment so my sister doesn't reveal the awful truth to the rest of my family that i live like a slovenly barmaid/wench/mole, cause she's coming for death cab for cutie tonight. and i just don't want to do anything at alllllllll.
piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1080150218269689702004-03-24T11:43:00.000-06:002004-03-24T12:03:25.060-06:00quit if you're through with it, you are gonna make me sick
apologies for the MIA-ness. as predicted the throat tickle exploded, and i was sicker than i have been for a long time. all week. still am. this is fever and cold spells, coughing for an hour at a time, having an appetite so diminished that the only thing my stomach will accept is vegetarian boullion and saltines, piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1079816604901757612004-03-20T15:03:00.000-06:002004-03-20T15:06:47.543-06:00i'm glad that you came, i needed someone to look up to
you know, fuck these three dollar juice smoothie things that allegedly have echinacea. fuck 'em. they're not doing anything for me right now, and i'm petrified to exert any effort on anything because there is a telltale you-have-been-out-too-much-this-week-and-now-you-are-going-to-pay-dearly tickle thing at the back of my throat. i piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1079652484625324942004-03-18T17:28:00.000-06:002004-03-18T17:31:24.310-06:00you're smothering me
so it's almost spring. how about them apples. i got extremely (checking euphemism dictionary)...happy on red bull and vodka last night; not because it was saint patrick's day, mind you, but because i decided i desperately needed a change in my routine. the only thing that i see worthwhile about that holiday is mocking all the people with green things on their headspiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1079388197220932002004-03-15T16:03:00.000-06:002004-03-15T16:06:33.090-06:00the bet
if there is anything wrong with my relationship, it is that there is a severe reluctance on the part of the person who is not typing this to give me cookies. i don't know how this started but am amused by how long the joke seems to have extended itself. wait, did i say joke? i meant dire circumstance. i will periodically demand cookies--i even threatened to bake them myself piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1078943987281517732004-03-10T12:39:00.000-06:002004-03-10T12:45:42.810-06:00another prop has occupied my time another prop has occupied my time
so it is bright and shiny outside. what am i doing inside writing this? my lunch date was cancelled, and so i have been sitting here for a half hour while my ass goes numb writing followup emails to the places my resume has been sent so far and envisioning what will happen when my unemployment runs out and i have to move to west allis and become an piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1078853400383285042004-03-09T11:30:00.000-06:002004-03-09T11:34:59.890-06:00all my dreams have fallen flat
hello. i'm back.
the walkmen show was fantastic, despite or perhaps because of the fact that we saw the lead singer totally blow off this girl that i remember seeing at every other show i've been to by running away from her as soon as she went to the bathroom. and the opening band, the french kicks, covered "mad world," tears for fears style...and the piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1078516326791130392004-03-05T13:52:00.000-06:002004-03-05T13:55:08.170-06:00styles upon styles upon styles is what i have
today got off to a kind of rocky start. upon coming home and practicing my organization method of dump-everything-on-the-floor i learned that my cd walkman cannot, in fact, survive being walked over by doc martens. neither could my copy of slanted & enchanted despite the fact that stephen malkmus is my superhero. argh. and because i am still in piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1078329647367501232004-03-03T10:00:00.000-06:002004-03-03T10:03:46.450-06:00you are not a beautiful and unique snowflake. you are the all-singing, all-dancing crap of
the world.
okay, so i have spent some of my refund. i bought a new spring coat. it makes me look like audrey hepburn, i swear. (snort.) and my 5,000,000th black t-shirt. and i am officially the gap's bitch. and i am running out of things to say because i am running on about 5 hours of sleep. and the piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1078180377831561742004-03-01T16:32:00.000-06:002004-03-01T16:35:54.090-06:00it's just that when you touch me i cannot stand up
i would like to announce that i have had my federal refund check in my savings account for 4 hours now and i have NOT SPENT ANY OF IT (except for paying my stupid library fine so i could use this computer and get the books i have on hold--they had better be worth it) YET. i'm like fucking alan greenspan over here. and granted, the stores i went piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1077908253157188482004-02-27T12:57:00.000-06:002004-02-27T13:00:24.746-06:00just remember, we're coming back for your children
let us now pause and praise the minutiae of an unemployed life.
last night i drank too much red wine (2 glasses) and consequently fell asleep at 9:30. i am so fucking sad. it's great. also i'm still tired despite the fact that i have had lots of sleep.
it is finally beginning to look like spring, it's all sunny and lovely and made me sweat piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-10777570740140302004-02-25T18:57:00.000-06:002004-02-25T19:01:52.030-06:00update
i had the interview. i sent matthew several agitated text messages ten minutes before and five minutes directly after the interview. i was supposed to have recieved a call between four and five this evening if they wished me to come in for a second interview. my phone, apart from my friend texting me to tell me to lick her ass, has remained silent all night.
it was basically like ipiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1077732089065817232004-02-25T12:01:00.000-06:002004-02-25T12:04:18.623-06:00delerium tremens
so i have an interview in about an hour and fifteen minutes. my first one since becoming unemployed. something called the langdon promotional group. and no, i have no good reason as to why i am doing this instead of pacing and rehearsing answers to potential interview questions, so hush. perhaps that's an answer in and of itself...
herein lie the questions: 1. why are piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1077564539486889742004-02-23T13:28:00.000-06:002004-02-23T13:31:46.013-06:00i'm sorry you got nowhere to go
(the therapy session.)
hello--
this weekend pretty much left me convinced that there is Something Really Messed Up In My Head. saturday i didn't do much of anything; so much so that it's not even worth recounting. then saturday evening i got a call from matthew asking if i wanted to go to dinner with about 9 people who had piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1077308499713959152004-02-20T14:21:00.000-06:002004-02-20T14:33:01.780-06:00keep my name out of your mouth
hmph. no feedback yet. of course there is an exception, so don't you go yelling at me.
as i am, unlike tlc, too proud to beg, i'm not going to solicit comments or repeat the request to tell me how this page should look AGAIN (see the numbered links below) or just tell me how the hell you found this site/what you think of it if it's your first time here or piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1077204401835905002004-02-19T09:26:00.000-06:002004-02-19T09:29:22.780-06:00the finalists
it is 8:39 a.m. and i have been up for an hour after rediscovering my stupendous karaoke vocal talents, my text messaging envy (which is really fun but confusing for the recipient if you're not using your own phone, and especially fun when you're under the influence of the next item) and vodka gimlets last night. four (4) of them. to coin a phrase, i'm hurty. but never has "i wantpiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1077137391015100562004-02-18T14:49:00.000-06:002004-02-18T14:52:30.653-06:00there's a girl in my yard reading to me tarot cards she don't know anything but she's beautiful to me
i had a dream last night that eriq was a midget who stole some money from a carnie, along with his midget friend whose name i did not retain from the dream, and they were shot and killed for stealing the money even though the events of the dream made it clear that they did not, in fact, piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1077055046082477672004-02-17T15:57:00.000-06:002004-02-17T16:57:42.950-06:00i will stand by all this drinking if it helps me through these days
first of all, i really wish i knew how to put images on here. this will have to do:
go here, please.
the feeling of stupidity and of being lost continues. i was supposed to go to a job fair today at the state fair grounds, so the plan was that i was going to do other things in the morning, take the hour piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1076950897537337092004-02-16T11:01:00.000-06:002004-02-16T11:04:14.686-06:00well i think i'm losing my mind this time said i think i'm losing my mind that's right said i think i'm losing my mind this time, this time i'm losing my mind
hello.
today is not going well. i am sitting at matthew's house completely impotent and unable to go home because i think i hope oh god i left my wallet in his car (if it's anyplace else i am in much trouble) and i am waiting piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1076544344004492172004-02-11T18:05:00.000-06:002004-02-11T18:08:14.606-06:00enough.
i learned today that our government has nothing better to do than beat a dead horse. they had hearings about nipplegate today wherein this republican senator lady from new mexico accused the fcc of "knowing EXACTLY what you were doing, and...lining your pockets," among other people and other things. here is a link to a lengthier article about what all went down.
fucking hell. the piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1076371350106489942004-02-09T18:02:00.000-06:002004-02-09T18:04:57.950-06:00the great remains of a friendship, scarred
today is/was another one of those fairly bleak days where i wandered downtown a lot and dropped off applications and thought about how i used to wish i could stay home/not work during the day because i Missed So Much Of What Goes On in the world. now i realize that very little goes on except people going back and forth from their jobs, and those who piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1076009499096150002004-02-05T13:31:00.000-06:002004-02-05T13:40:47.153-06:00you've got a nerve to be asking a favor; you've got a nerve to be calling my number; can't you hear me? i'm bleeding on the wall
i have spent $12.07 of my hard-earned unemployment money on the new walkmen cd. but i justify this purchase in the following ways: 1. i neeeeeeeeeeeded it. 2. i did my state income taxes last night and i am getting a lot more than $12.07 back. it remains to be piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1075834971945661992004-02-03T13:02:00.000-06:002004-02-03T13:05:11.246-06:00i'm not one for handouts, no they can make our shoes
death cab for cutie is coming! death cab for cutie is coming! ohmigod!
now that i am done impersonating a thirteen year old, i can continue with my day. which i think is going to involve passing the hell out somewhere. i would like to say that i had a long dark night of the soul, but alas--it involved reading sarah vowell until 10:30 piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1075748092409280172004-02-02T12:54:00.000-06:002004-02-02T12:57:09.623-06:00525,600 minutes
all right, so there is something very, very wrong with me. i found myself choking back sobs when listening to the soundtrack to rent on the bus this morning. like, what do i have to cry about? no one i know is dying. the whole premise of rent is all with the guy having aids and has a year to live and existentialism and "no day but today" and yadda yadda yadda. perhaps i just havepiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1075487284302889102004-01-30T12:28:00.000-06:002004-01-30T12:36:37.640-06:00don't let nobody with the power to sign ever tell you you ain't got the power to rhyme
in an effort to steer this one-way train away from talking about myself entirely, here are some things that i've noticed lately. the tennessee public school district has banned okayplayer.com, claiming that hip hop is "militant, anti-authority...and misogynistic." great. here is a link to the discussion that piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1075335378389408382004-01-28T18:16:00.000-06:002004-01-28T18:18:29.640-06:00love spreads her arms, waits there for the needle
hello.
i have spent the better part of two days in various locations being confronted by the impending doom (doooooooooom!) that is valentine's day. the most recent was about a half hour ago at beans & barley, home of the loveliest pieces of useless junk that i have ever seen in my life. i came this close to purchasing the following, as after piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1075163256579463122004-01-26T18:27:00.000-06:002004-01-26T18:32:29.530-06:00you little wonder; little wonder you
hello--the only thing that i actually have to report today is the fact that i have updated my links--deleted a rather useless one and added a link to (in my non-web-proficient opinion) the Best Online Game Ever, the emo game. even if you are not familiar with or are driven to violence by the term, surely you too want to save the get up kids from being piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1074918009631086092004-01-23T22:20:00.000-06:002004-01-23T22:25:14.123-06:00show me a word that rhymes with pavement and i will kill your parents and roast them on a spit
"i've been like this since i could talk. before that i just pointed and laughed."--darlene from roseanne
this is the first friday night that i have been alone in a long time. not that i mind this at all. i am tired and my ass hurts--made myself go through an exercise tape even though by the time ipiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1074800803982110332004-01-22T13:46:00.000-06:002004-01-22T14:11:00.246-06:00i've been here before a few times, and i'm quite aware we're dying
hello--
i am writing this from the boy's house; as i am sure you are all aware the windchill is like negative five thousand and therefore i'm kind of stuck. the bus ride back to my side of the world is about an hour long and involves a transfer, so i have opted to stay the fuck here, thankyou very much indeed. this weather makes piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1074650381685190272004-01-20T19:59:00.000-06:002004-01-20T20:01:41.373-06:00i want my old friends. i want my old face. i want my old mind. fuck this time and place.
the rock shop is no more. being the intrepid facts-reporter that i am, i was going to provide some sort of link to it, but google is failing me, it seems. there is the more depressing alternative, also, that nobody cares about it. feh. the rock shop was a club in 'stallis that provided not only music, but piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1074532626466608772004-01-19T11:17:00.000-06:002004-01-19T11:19:04.936-06:00with you in a cold grave, i cannot stay warm
it's cold.
it's really fucking cold.
and in my infinite wisdom i left one of my gloves on my apartment floor when i left on friday so i was standing on greenfield avenue this morning with one hand in my pocket, the other gloved, cursing everything i could possibly think of. it is the type of cold where it takes your breath away. whilst piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1074191186374743102004-01-15T12:26:00.000-06:002004-01-15T12:45:37.140-06:00forever if i could, forever if i may
feeling lazy today and like anything that i have to say is irrelevant, so i am going to let other people's words speak for me. the lyrics you are about to read are significant in the following ways:
1. r.e.m. has written a song that DOES NOT SUCK--the first time in, like 10 years
2. it sums up my state of mind lately. whether that is good or bad or piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1074111678022392552004-01-14T14:21:00.000-06:002004-01-15T12:44:03.293-06:00i live my life like i wasn't invited
hello.
it's snowing. it's very lovely. i am sitting in sweatpants and a bra which has become my, er, chosen workout apparel. next thing you know i'll be spitting and grabbing my crotch and yelling at my imaginary wife to get me another beer, bitch. whee.
today's topics have perhaps a thread of relevance between the two of them. but only a thread. i didpiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1074021152803793552004-01-13T13:12:00.000-06:002004-01-13T13:14:23.186-06:00you're gonna make me lonesome when you go
jawohl. i am back. again. i did not die while skiing. however, it seems that my personal style of skiing is as follows: [cry] [be terrified] [lose balance] [get on rope tow] [fall] [get up] [ski ten feet] [fall] [get up][ski ten more feet] [fall] [repeat ad infinitum].
i am not proud of this. however in a strange way i feel better about myself for piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1073619448597952162004-01-08T21:37:00.000-06:002004-01-08T21:38:18.193-06:00
that is all.
(out.)piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1073492886791438882004-01-07T10:28:00.000-06:002004-01-07T10:28:26.313-06:00first i learn to crawl, then some other strokes
hello.
my computer de my casa has kicked...something. matthew swears it's not the bucket, but i am skeptical. i got a new wallpaper thingy yesterday and the next time i turned it on it mysteriously withheld all of my windows folders from me, up to and including my startup toolbar. so i'm mildly pissed but all it really means is that i piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1073336615042095592004-01-05T15:03:00.000-06:002004-01-05T15:03:54.406-06:00fat is a feminist issue
lo, i have returned from a weekend of "the red shoe diaries," which i admit i didn't have the highest of hopes for but 75% of it proved nearly unwatchable (the parts where david duchovny conversed with his dog were swell, though), watching the snow, playing the best game of pool i have literally ever played (which meant having four balls on the table at the end and piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1073068726261040902004-01-02T12:38:00.000-06:002004-01-02T12:39:04.290-06:00who mistook these baths for showers? who fucked up that leaning tower?
ooh. i am the best mixtape maker ever. i just came across a tape that i never gave my friend which i am now listening to, which includes one of the greatest bands ever: the moldy peaches. today's headline is from "steak for chicken," a song which also includes the following line: "who mistook this crap for genius? who piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1072999261252945422004-01-01T17:21:00.000-06:002004-01-02T12:22:25.570-06:00so this is the new year, and i have no resolution
hello.
here is a list of songs that i found about new years and/or just include new year's somewhere in the title:
azure ray, "the new year"
the casket lottery, "new year's eve"
little rufus wainwright, "what are you doing new year's eve?"
thursday, "jet black new year's"
jeff buckley, "new year's prayer"
piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1072816892193975862003-12-30T14:41:00.000-06:002003-12-30T14:41:49.436-06:00ain't no sex in my rolodex
har mar superstar is playing at onopa tonight. if anyone who is reading this has fantasized about having the sweaty genitals of a ron jeremy lookalike dangled unabashedly in your face, this is by all means the show for you. myself, i think i'm gonna knit or something.
i am still sleepy. matthew came back last night and i, of course, am going straight to hell piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1072673212154273832003-12-28T22:46:00.000-06:002003-12-28T22:47:08.853-06:00tear off your own head
i am exhausted. i don't know if it's the exercise, the strain of holidays in general, or the fact that this morning was the second time i slept in a bed with my little sister and she woke me up by crawling over me to hit the snooze button, but i am fucking tired. and i don't really know why i sat down to write other than out of habit.
so i will keep this brief. ipiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1072485380667146672003-12-26T18:36:00.000-06:002003-12-26T18:36:36.960-06:00our father who art in heaven, save me from the wreck i'm about to drown in
hello.
i am still at my parents' house. i have decided that my motto for the upcoming year is going to be "...whatever." so the thing i said about i'm not going to write while i'm here? total lie. if any member of my family actually reads this, which i doubt, they can sue me for defamation of character when i am piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1072104763996591032003-12-22T08:52:00.000-06:002004-01-01T16:53:13.200-06:00next year all our troubles will be miles away
hello.
clem snide was fantastic, even though the audience was not. they played a song i don't remember hearing previously called "enrique iglesias's mole." which was actually the same subject matter as its title. i have not laughed so hard in a week. once again, if this page is not updated this week it is because i am going home to madison, land of piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1071880254499557912003-12-19T18:37:00.000-06:002003-12-19T18:37:34.856-06:00ugly or pretty, it's still my city, make up your mind to get in or get out
well, last night taught me a very important lesson, kids: just because it's FREE doesn't mean you HAVE to drink it. my alcoholism, while not actually existing, has a new chapter of drunkenness. the mantra was fun. we danced to booty music and were the slightly-less-well-dressed-and-slightly-skankier version of dorothy piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1071797958034215972003-12-18T19:39:00.000-06:002003-12-18T20:11:54.436-06:00oh, es un muy grande cabeza
doop dee doo doot.
i done some writing today. first non-computer-gut-spilling writing that i've done in a while, so i'm rather proud of myself. i have been half-roped into going to Ladies Night at mantra lounge (woooooo) which is a dancey place that, despite its annoying tendency to name drinks after various chakras, is pretty okay. i say half because i am DYING topiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1071706188766287162003-12-17T18:09:00.000-06:002003-12-17T18:10:03.090-06:00don't waste your time on me, you're already a voice inside my head
okay, so in the depths of my despair i didn't acknowledge the fact that my blog has a Whole New Look and is Very Pretty. woohoo for terms like skins which i didn't know anything about. (woohoo for having way, way, way too much time on my hands.) also for blogskins.com. woohoo today has been much of the same. in fact i don't piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1071614488741248422003-12-16T16:41:00.000-06:002003-12-16T16:41:42.343-06:00nothing's gonna change my world
hello. i am going absolutely crazy. it's nasty and disgusting out and i have spent most of the day shuttling from one side of town to the other to pick up a change of clothes and feed my stupid homicidal fish. i have not completely discussed how much not having a job is fucking with my head. i feel like i have been hiding from my life by merit of the fact piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1071505170170567722003-12-15T10:19:00.000-06:002003-12-15T10:19:43.803-06:00fuck the formalities
spent this weekend seeing the very milky christmas vii show, an annual tradition. i wasn't sure what to expect this year (ohmigod, where's death cab?) but the show introduced me to the fact that yes, low can rock out, shattering all of my previous perceptions of them being extremely quiet lo-fi indie rock darlings. also i totally have a crush on the singer. he's married,piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1071179555836092992003-12-11T15:52:00.000-06:002003-12-11T15:52:47.956-06:00 the way out is in
writing this in preparation for leaving for the airport, where i am going to Meet My Beloved (he was supposed to be here at 11 this morning, dammit) and generally be a cliche and geeky and girly and enact fantasy reunion scenes and whatnot.
my house is a mess. although unemployment gives me a good deal of freetime (understatement of the week, piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1071088023041268582003-12-10T14:27:00.000-06:002003-12-10T14:27:15.346-06:00however far away, i will always love you
back at matthew's house. and this time the attempt is going to be openly futile because it is raining and sad and disgusting and any cat in its right mind will not be going out to do whatever cats do when they are out. but i worry. endless conversations have been had about my worrying. this is just who i am. and if he can actually eat tonight, even piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1070982052453997462003-12-09T09:00:00.000-06:002003-12-09T09:01:04.686-06:00 cats are cunts
the war is not yet won by either side. the battle last night extended to 12:30 a.m. whereupon after the first time i saw sphinx--and i did see him, he's still here--he didn't show his stupid face again, and i was exhausted, and i WANTED to stay up until 2, i feel like a failure, but i also have to be at piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1070941982242901782003-12-08T21:53:00.000-06:002003-12-08T21:53:13.653-06:00and another thing:
"I need to finish this up," he says, "because I'm now at my friend Shay's house and I haven't seen her in about a year-and-a-half and I'm gonna try and put my tongue in her mouth."
this is in the top ten best things i've found on the internet ever. it's slug from atmosphere speaking the quote; i came across it whilst doing research for my next potential review for piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1070936692949886702003-12-08T20:24:00.000-06:002003-12-08T20:25:04.800-06:00 i was next in line, which meant i was invisible
writing this from once again the bowels of exhaustion (i like it here), but at matthew's house, which means, um, the exhaustion shows up on the internet faster because he has a better computer. whilst matt is in maine for work i promised him that i would stake out the stupid fucking goddamn son of a bitch missing cat for atpiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1070652225911767162003-12-05T13:23:00.000-06:002003-12-05T13:23:56.863-06:00 i have seven faces, thought i knew which one to wear
hello.
i am writing this from the bowels of exhaustion--yesterday after my appointment (quote from career placement lady: "have you ever considered becoming a teacher?" FUCK me) i decided, in my fear of lethargy and/or weight gain, that it would be in my best interest to walk from 76th & wisconsin to 2nd & wisconsin. piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1070498756441834072003-12-03T18:45:00.000-06:002003-12-05T13:25:16.910-06:00i wasn't made for secrets like these
today was good. with the exception of the fact that i had a peanut butter sandwich and three cups of coffee all day (i am going to a friend's house for dinner--a positive thing about unemployment is you have an awful lot of freetime) and am feeling kind of dizzy. perhaps i am subconsciously trying to feel what it's like to actually go hungry or piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1070383862283278052003-12-02T10:51:00.000-06:002003-12-05T13:26:27.110-06:00there's lightning in your teeth
there is a small child somewhere in this building. i can smell it. more precisely, i could hear it this morning when i woke up at 7:20 and it took me an hour to get back to sleep. i would like to point out that these apartments are the size of small closets and that if you stick a small child in one, with or without a parent, it is going to scream. a lot. as piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1070289865515542132003-12-01T08:44:00.000-06:002003-12-01T08:44:35.093-06:00everybody will be let down
so this is Day Six officially of unemployment, but it really feels like day one. this is the first day of it that i have to spend largely on my own rather than (crying) at my parents' house or (crying) at matthew's house. i feel extremely fragile. while i can be laughing and having a really good time one minute, what miss golightly would call the "mean reds" can piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1070139797441698702003-11-29T15:03:00.000-06:002003-11-29T15:03:27.156-06:00the lovers, the dreamers and me
i'm back.
this was a more therapeutic thanksgiving than usual. the car ride home to madison (yet another ding to add to my What I Have Accomplished In My Life chart--i can't drive) was spent agonizing aloud to my father about what i should do, exactly as far as telling my family that i am on government cheddar. (or actually, considering what i'm going piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1069861388849194772003-11-26T09:43:00.000-06:002003-11-26T09:43:17.156-06:00 i was fired yesterday. after having worked like a dog for five years for $8.50 an hour at a company that rhymes with darns & coble and pretty much arbitrarily denied a raise the last time we had performance reviews, i was told to come into the office "before i started my day" by my fucking fucktastic fuck of a manager and told to go home. i will not get into the reasons why, exactly, but she piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1069782790406274562003-11-25T11:53:00.000-06:002003-11-25T11:54:22.413-06:00i want to stop and thank you baby
because i cannot think of an intro to this, which is unlike me (being at a loss for words? she who cannot be quiet ever? evar??? jeez.) i am going to express the sentiment as non-maudlinly as possible that i hope everyone has a happy thanksgiving, wherever you find yourself, and i'll see you next time, metaphorically speaking, because of the fact that i am goingpiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1069694754285819912003-11-24T11:25:00.000-06:002003-11-24T11:57:17.546-06:00my huckleberry friend
today's "you idiot!" observation lies with finally realizing that there are problems with the fact that i have no edible groceries in my house. the exceptions are: coffee, which doesn't count (although black coffee on an empty stomach is an excellent decisive/weight loss weapon in that it makes you kind of sick), a can of vegetarian baked beans, a can of tomato soup, a canpiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1069425259253859562003-11-21T08:34:00.000-06:002003-11-21T08:34:26.286-06:00sphinx, come home
it is 8:00 a.m. i have been crying for the past half hour. i spent the night at matthew's although we said a while ago that we were going to sleep at my house on weekdays because it's easier than him having to haul my ass across town and then go to work in the morning, for a couple reasons; first and foremost being that he has been getting parking tickets (the whole fucking piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1069298561343808492003-11-19T21:22:00.000-06:002003-11-19T21:22:48.173-06:00woke up on the floor, time for another one
do you ever have days where you find yourself someplace and you look up at the ceiling/your surroundings/the person in bed next to you and you have NO IDEA how you got there? that is the type of day that i have been having. i went to my local foodstuffs store (i am liking the word "foodstuffs" although it is admittedly rather awkward and think more piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1069117913240434202003-11-17T19:11:00.000-06:002003-11-17T19:11:59.690-06:00bitch, i'm a kill you
there are so many things that i could yell about today. first and foremost, the first time in six months that i try to cook/heat my oven my smoke alarm starts going off, and there IS NO FIRE, and as i am very small (5'1 & 3/4") i cannot reach it to turn it off even when standing on a chair, and after paging my slum landlords repeatedly nothing happens. until an annoyedpiglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-106901209466509402003-11-16T13:48:00.000-06:002003-11-16T13:48:20.310-06:00 so i am sitting in matthew's computer chair on a very boring sunday writing what will probably be a very boring post. the day is gray and uncompromising in its refusal to yield anything to do at all. when 3:40 rolls around i am excercising my right as a Token Weepy Girl to go see hugh grant bumble and bat his eyes all over the scenery in "love actually." i maintain that i have read good piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1068839314837594122003-11-14T13:48:00.000-06:002003-11-14T13:48:39.960-06:00piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6002851.post-1068838353427407352003-11-14T13:32:00.000-06:002003-11-14T13:56:39.530-06:00"now i'm exhausted, there's no time to sleep."--braid
grr. argh. hello. today i am preparing for my abbreviated shift at work which will still make me work until midnight and then be back at 7:00 the next morning for the Annual Holiday Fucktastic Fuckticle of a Meeting. but fear not, citizens, this will surely prepare myself and my coworkers to meet every! last! one! of your holiday shopping piglethttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14758700715281484653noreply@blogger.com