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February 28, 2006
mardi gras
It's fat Tuesday, where can I get a paczki in this town (besides Jewel, where they had them stacked sky high by the door this weekend)? Will there be people selling them on street corners like in Detroit? God I hope so. There are even more Polish people here than in Detroit, it should be paczki heaven.
Fat Tuesday also means tomorrow is Ash Wednesday, which means all of the goyim get to pull the "I REALLY have to leave early to get ashes" card and instead go to the bar. It really works (well, it works if you have a Jewish boss). Just try not to laugh when you say it.
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February 25, 2006
condorama
of course the first condo c. and i saw we loved, and we hated all the others. we loved the first one immediately, not just after we saw the others and had time to compare.
is it wrong to buy the first condo you see? is there a magic 8 ball for this shit? how much extra do i have to pony up to get a roof deck?
wow, this is stressful.
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olympics what?
just make them go away. please, god, end the pain. i need my "law and order" episodes back.
there are a slew of articles out there right now about how america is "so over" the (winter) olympics. it's kind of like all the articles that were written after sept. 11th about how we were "so over" irony. except, you know, not as sad. and, unlike the case with the irony articles, these articles are correct--we ARE SO OVER THE WINTER OLYMPICS.
we would be over the summer olympics, too, but the summer olympics: (1) are during the summer, when it's warm and there's a general bon vivre thing going on and we're more tolerant of crap (including, among other things, (a) the summer olympics, (b) major league baseball, and (c) homeless people fighing each other with sections of fence pole in our allies), (2) are often actually set in a US city, and thus in a watchable time zone, (3) involve all the sports where men kick the shit out of each other, like boxing and tae kwon do, and (4) involve a ton of non-white people. god, i am so over white people and their love of ice and snow. if it weren't for white people inventing all these stupid ice and snow sports, we wouldn't have to listen to shani davis bitch bitch bitch.
yesterday i was on the phone with my mom and she told me she was so "over" her job. i need to stop using that word, it's rubbing off.
we're going to look at condos this morning, if i can get c. out of bed.
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February 17, 2006
cough
i think i might be getting bird flu. or maybe just the regular flu.
T2 was kind enough to send me a link to the most disgusting thing i've ever read in my life (and i've read a lot of disgusting things in my life, because i'm like that) this afternoon. totally not work safe. he suggested i make c. sign something like this. she's balking at it, though.
c. and i met with a real estate agent thursday night. before meeting, i had specifically told her i was bringing my partner, named C_______ (a girly name). other than saying "HEY LADY, WE ARE BIG OLD LESBIANS, WE OWN MORE THAN ONE INDIGO GIRLS CD (but we are embarassed about it)", I don't know what else i could have done. So we go there and she can't figure out who the fuck c. is for like 10 minutes, she thinks she's just a friend tagging along, until c. goes on and on about how she "needs a double sink. i mean like, look, it's impossible to put on makeup and stuff with one tiny sink" and then you can just see the light bulb going on in the agent's eyes, and she's like "oh yeah, i once lived in this place and my partner and i (we wear rings, but we're not married, he's just my boyfriend) would fight over the one mirror, until i hung a big mirror up on the wall NEXT to the sink".
sheesh.
i must not be very good at dyking it out any more (law school beat it out of me, what can i say). i must just look like some boring, plain, slightly not feminine enough straight girl. last weekend we were on our way to TMR's to watch some oscar movies and i put on this green hoodie and had my hair tied back and a guy's ski cap on and i was like "wow, i look like that chubby chick, i mean, guy, in transgeration!" but c. just looked at me and shook her head and was like "oh monkey, you're too short and cute to be a guy!"
there's absolutely no point to this.
so, unless the stress of this condo buying kills our relationship, c and i should be proud, two sink in one bathroom condo owners in a few months.
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February 11, 2006
do you ever really know anyone?
well, do you?
i bet you didn't know i sit around thinking about stuff like that, sit around worrying about it. of course if you know me at all you know all i do is worry, so maybe you do know me.
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February 09, 2006
a couple things
last night I was getting off the blue line at Damen and waiting in the line on the platform to walk down the stairs and I hear this loud "crack!" and I look down at the street and a woman in a volvo station wagon had rear ended a woman in a jeep cherokee. and i'm thinking "oooooooh, there's gonna be words now!" by the time I got to street level they were out of their cars checking the damage (I couldn't see any, for what it's worth) and the one woman turns to the other woman and they start laughing and the one says "oh it's ok!" and hugs the other one. like bear hug hugs the other one. and it made me smile. and one was white and one was black and it was like "oh yes, we CAN all get along." it was pretty amazing. it made up for the crazy frat boy in the jewel parking lot on sunday who came up to my car window and rapped on it and screamed at me for having the audacity to sit in a parking spot waiting for c. to come out when he "NEEDED TO PARK, WHAT DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND? YOU CAN'T JUST SIT THERE! THIS IS A PARKING LOT! FOR PARKING!" Err, yeah, I'm not making that up. It was one of the most surreal experiences of my life. I asked him if he was kidding, but that only made him angrier. THen I looked around for ashton kutcher and the punk'd cameramen. nope, not there.
Another surreal experience happened tonight on the train home when I looked up and across the train I saw this really tall, really skinny, really pale guy bare his teeth to reveal...fangs. I'm pretty sure these were of the plastic halloween variety, but we were on the way to wicker park, so one never knows. ok, wait, no, that's not right. maybe if we were on the way to williamsbirg, but wicker park? they must have been fake.
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February 07, 2006
oooh boy it's cold
cold, cold cold.
last night i walked out of work and on the street there was an Aramark truck parked. The Aramark driver was standing next to the driver's door (knew it was the driver because the back of his shirt said so), and next to him was the homeless guy that sits outside my office after 5 and tries to sell us old copies of the tribune, and he's got a bent coat hanger in his hand and is trying to fish the door lock up through the window because presumably mr. Aramark driver had locked his keys in the truck.
C. is gone for the rest of the week and it's awful. gone four days last week, in this weekend to host the super bowl party, and off again monday morning, not coming back til friday. it's hard to sleep. it's also hard to do all this goddamn guinea pig and cat maintenance as a single parent.
my god, who knew five days could stretch out so long? i wish vacation felt like it lasted this long.
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February 04, 2006
EXTRA LARGE
Super Bowl party 2006 preparations are well under way. The apartment is sort of swept, we've accumulated seating for 11, and i've tighted the cable on the back of the cable box. Oh, and we have a case of Miller Light (which maybe doesn't count, because it's all for TMR (which doesn't mean you don't have to bring something, so stop thinking that)), case of heineken, three mini kegs (one of which is either greek or russian, we think), and a bunch of food that's bad for you.
C, I-man and I went to costco, whole foods, sam's wine and petsmart this afternoon. on the way back C. counted off 21 people on her fingers who are probably coming...and then I-man just remembered that he invited his roomate's friend from work, so that's 22, plus anyone who we think probably won't come that will actually show up. Jesus.
I signed up to interview a 1L on Monday morning. That was stupid.
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renewed
I just renewed reliancedamages for next year, so you can look foward to more irregular blogging. yay.
additional flickr photos are up. i'm working on a series called "c.'s hair in the morning".
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February 03, 2006
pictures
Pictures up from the past year on flickr (click the picture, it will take you to my page). I'll upload some from Disney World etc this weekend as well.
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20 days / lanced in the heart / you want to see my what?
yeah, that's how long it's been, give or take a day. bad, bad, bad.
so i'm watching dateline nbc (because i'm lame, on a friday night--but it's "to catch a predator...III"!!) and the teaser for the nightly news coming on after dateline comes on:
"tonight a cruise ship sinks with 1200 people aboard. we will tell you how many have been rescued. also, some bad personal news for Lance Armstrong."
break to next commercial.
and my IMMEDIATE THOUGHT IS: oh my god, poor lance, sheryl dumped him, i have to watch.
instead i just got my lazy ass off the couch and google news'd it. yup, she dumped him. i understand, sheryl. those yellow bracelets didn't really work with your skin tone. oh, and 1,000 people are still missing.
during commercials i switch to one of the extra mtv channels that actually plays videos, and catch nelly's "let me see your grill" or something like that, which is a song entirely about gold and jewel encrusted denture like things and involves a call (women: let me see your grill) and response (nelly: you wanna see my wha?) and not much else. it features paul wall, who is a white rapper. and let me tell you something. that shit looks stupid on black guys AND it looks stupid on white guys.
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