February 17, 2005
but wait it gets worse
this entry was going to be about the week from hell--the week from hell that isn't even over yet. it was going to be about, in no particular order: missing chinese new year, missing valentine's day, working all weekend, working 60 hours between sunday and today, fuckwad landlords, being locked out the one day i got out "early" at 9:30pm, cramps, bleeding pints, unintentionally annoying coworkers, temper tantrums, dirty clothes and...
AND
coming home at 4:30 in the morning to wait an hour, take a shower, turn around and get to penn station by 7:30 to take a train to Delaware, only to settle down at 4:45 with reruns of "cops" and a diet pepsi in hopes of staying awake to have the cats knock over the full can of diet pepsi (they actually flipped it over: it landed on its top. that is how completely god wanted to make sure he pissed me off). on my hands at knees in the dark, trying not to wake c., soaking up a full can of diet pepsi.
so that's what this entry was supposed to be about: how miserable i am. but it's not going to be about that.
i'm miserable this instant but my life is not miserable. my life is wonderful, and her name is c--well, monkey. monkey, you are so beautiful, so sweet, so perfect for me--thank you. i don't know what i'd do without you. happy belated valentine's day. you make me a sappy, non-miserable retard. a retard of loge.
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February 12, 2005
in the cold light of day
i'm sitting here, Lily on my lap with the laptop on the couch next me (yes, this is an uncomfortable position to type from), watching some HD special on Chihuly in Venice (which, for some reason, Ann Richards is in. Why is Ann Richards in Venice with Dale Chihuly? It has to be Ann Richards, it looks just like her.) I'd never seen a picture of this guy before, but this wasn't at all what I was expecting. He looks like he should be throwing back a couple of Miller's in Toledo, bitching about his old lady to the 75 year old bartender who is only pretending to listen but is actually concentrating on the whiskey on ice he has hidden under the bar.
I'm sitting here, not sure what to do with myself. It's noon and C. is gone in Philly with Chi-squared, and I have to work tomorrow so I couldn't go, and I'm at a loss. And I look at Lily and exclaim:
"Should we do taxes today? Let's do taxes!" and she's purrs.
Yes, today, we shall do taxes.
I wish I was 17 again.
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January 15, 2005
children: overrated
C., Mom and I went to see Pacific Overtures, staring bd wong from oz/svu. When we got there a line had already formed to get inside the theater: a line comprised almost entirely of 13 year old girls (we later learned there were 52 of them). motherfucker. Much to the delight of the 75 year old mink coat clad women behind us, I look at C. and my Mom and said "I know we're going to get stuck with them sitting behind us."
and sure enough.
I've always been a strong proponent of the idea that children should be sent away to an island when they turn 10 and not allowed to return until they're 23. Indeed, I came up with it myself when I was 12 and had to attend middle school with 300 pubescent fuck heads. Imagine what a world that would be--all assholes would be adults, and that means if you have to put one of them in their place and deliver a well deserved beat down, you'll just get charged with simple assault instead of child abuse.
the only thing keeping me from grabbing one of them and slapping the hell out of her was the character and fitness portion of the illinois bar. well, that and the vodka cranberry that i'd sucked down before the show to prevent just such an incident.
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September 28, 2004
for uncle bob s.
my uncle, my dad's sister's husband, the father of two of my cousins (one is in her early twenties; one is a senior in high school) died yesterday morning. he had cancer. he was in his early 50s. this is the first time in my life that a relative of mine has died that wasn't a grandparent. this man was my parents' age. he's always been around, and now he's not, and it doesn't make any sense.
i feel so bad for my cousins and for my aunt.
i don't remember the last time i saw him. it must have been at my cousin's wedding in june, but i can't remember. i can't remember, and i feel awful about it.
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