Ugliness occurs.
Oh, like you didn't know.
One Guinness every day. Showing up to work, for me, is seriously like jabbing a needle into the skin; without something to take the edge off, it's nothing but violence. Back when I worked at the MD's office it used to give me really awful stomach problems, and I wouldn't be able to eat until the afternoon without throwing up. I used to lie awake at night shaking just thinking about it. I don't know why I dread it so much, this work isn't even all that hard. There's something about that moment of arrival, though, that feels like I'm hovering on death's door.
Having E so far away is hard as well, but we're finding creative coping mechanisms (anyone know a good place to shop for body pillows?). I want to go visit sometime this fall, and I'm trying to find a way to justify it under academic auspices. I think with some combined scheming, and some help from our prehistoric pals the dinosaurs, this could work. Now I just have to figure out how to incorporate the dinosaurs.
So it's actual events you want? Oh, ye of little patience. Well, I saw Sexy Lexy in Boston last weekend for the first time in years. Watched the Sox game at the Cask & Flagon, milled about our old haunts, and a bonny time. Been hanging out with the old crew some, and the occasional band practice has happened. Br0mixur and I have teamed up for a secret project that has gotten underway, though progress as of yet has been slow. More as that develops. Ange comes this weekend, I gotta figure out what I'm going to wear. Ha ha. That was a joke.
Ugh, but to top it all off I've been cell phone shopping. What a fucking scam that is. Cell phone sales people are the worst. They know they don't have to do a fucking thing because you're going to buy it anyway, so the treat you like dirt and give you the shittiest options available, especially pushing ones you will never need. I DON'T CARE ABOUT MULTIMEDIA MESSAGING, DAMNIT. This country sucks eggs.
Yeah, I said "sucks eggs."
Oh, say can you observations:
-Creativity has gone right out the flu.
-Happy Birthday Karl, the brother I had.
-See you at the Nuche for power hour. I'm there nearly every night.
Mahalo.
One Guinness every day. Showing up to work, for me, is seriously like jabbing a needle into the skin; without something to take the edge off, it's nothing but violence. Back when I worked at the MD's office it used to give me really awful stomach problems, and I wouldn't be able to eat until the afternoon without throwing up. I used to lie awake at night shaking just thinking about it. I don't know why I dread it so much, this work isn't even all that hard. There's something about that moment of arrival, though, that feels like I'm hovering on death's door.
Having E so far away is hard as well, but we're finding creative coping mechanisms (anyone know a good place to shop for body pillows?). I want to go visit sometime this fall, and I'm trying to find a way to justify it under academic auspices. I think with some combined scheming, and some help from our prehistoric pals the dinosaurs, this could work. Now I just have to figure out how to incorporate the dinosaurs.
So it's actual events you want? Oh, ye of little patience. Well, I saw Sexy Lexy in Boston last weekend for the first time in years. Watched the Sox game at the Cask & Flagon, milled about our old haunts, and a bonny time. Been hanging out with the old crew some, and the occasional band practice has happened. Br0mixur and I have teamed up for a secret project that has gotten underway, though progress as of yet has been slow. More as that develops. Ange comes this weekend, I gotta figure out what I'm going to wear. Ha ha. That was a joke.
Ugh, but to top it all off I've been cell phone shopping. What a fucking scam that is. Cell phone sales people are the worst. They know they don't have to do a fucking thing because you're going to buy it anyway, so the treat you like dirt and give you the shittiest options available, especially pushing ones you will never need. I DON'T CARE ABOUT MULTIMEDIA MESSAGING, DAMNIT. This country sucks eggs.
Yeah, I said "sucks eggs."
Oh, say can you observations:
-Creativity has gone right out the flu.
-Happy Birthday Karl, the brother I had.
-See you at the Nuche for power hour. I'm there nearly every night.
Mahalo.