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so. my head hurts today. i have had, on average, 2 or 3 drinks a day for about the last 12. and about half as much water as that. strangely though, my skin is glowing, and i feel less than bloated. must be like the French looking gorgeous for all that wine, a Wisconsin girl just responds to the "beer, its whats for dinner!" regime. funny that.
house: flooded up to my knee on Saturday morning, effectively ruining my weekend. literally, it was sprouting, cascading, shooting into the basement from 4 different locations. there really was no hope for sticking a finger in to stop the flow. it was hopeless. it rose at about an inch every 2 minutes, until it had reached over my knee. since my apartment was still in the construction phase, about 50% of my shit was affected and/or fucked. it was storm water, mixed with a little bit of sewage. there was no humor about it. it was 8:15 on a Saturday morning, i had yanked my yoga pants up to look like a full diaper, and was floating my plastic bins filled with my every worldly possession to my nelly house mates that came down to help bail out the place with designer stainless steel buckets. i was no humor/morning amanda. at one point Danny looked over at me while we were both holding up columns of bins that wanted to go swimming, and observed a box of tampons fanning out individually and expanding like slow motion popcorn. he wanted to laugh with me, i wanted to hit him. eventually we used my entire living room floor as a fall out shelter for flood victims. shoes over there, books are goners, the pillows in that corner, dry cleaning, and kitchen shit to wash. i had to wash every fucking thing that got even sort of splashed with it. so gross.
but that ended. we cleaned out the washer and dryer, which made it through, amazingly enough. and the boiler steamed off for about a half hour, making the entire house a sauna for about 3 hours, as we blazed heat on a 65 degree day. i drank a pot of coffee, and chain smoked my way through another day, forgetting that i had inconveniently quit 5 days prior.
in other news. my crank addict sister got expelled from art school. (Eric, "sending a drug addict to art school? isn't that like an alcoholic opening a bar?" yes. yes it is.) Xanax, pot and whipits, met up with her anti-whatever prescription, and she ends up in the hospital psych ward, and 12 hours later, out on her ass. good times, little Crank Jessie! good times! you keep making me look like the "good sister". fucking awesome.
the other sister, my favorite. yes, siblings can play favorites, hell, in my family, even the parents can and do. Regardless, my favorite, Mormon Megan, is getting married to a non-Mormon, non-christian, non-sober type. Even though up until the day before, literally less than 24 hours prior to THIS engagement, approximately September 1, she was engaged to a nice little mormon that was on mission somewhere. but then, the fire in her loins moved back to town, and said, "little darlin', be mine". she swoons. and now they are set to become one. IN JANUARY. IN WISCONSIN. for those of you not from anywhere near Wisconsin, it is fucking cold. cold, like where the fuck are my testicles? cold. aiiight? and in January, post holidays? fuck that. there are going to be like 4 people there. i feel for her, and her mormon libido, but duuuude. patience is a virture! did you not get that memo last Sunday? if you wait for spring, they will come. if you wait for summer, even more will come. but January? if you were not my favorite sister, I wouldn't come... my mother has been constantly consulting her therapist, aka. boxed Zinfandel, to get through this. she used alot of words like "empty" and "incredulous" when describing this "joyous event". i told her i suspected that baby jesus was crying somewhere, she laughed and that was all i could get out of her.
beyond that. still busy. I am helping design/decorate a girls bar in the LES for some friends. to be called The Girls Room, it will be pink in front, between Ridge and Attorney on Rivington.. Goth Chich interior, its gonna be cool. my new favorite band, Solid Gold, will be playing on October 10th. they are gonna be HUGE. they sound like Nirvana over a casio drum machine thingy. and for those of you that doubt my ability with this sort of thing? i would draw your attention to the Scissor Sisters, I was the first LJer to list them in my interests, and blah-blahed about them for a long time before they were on the Viacom/Clear Channel combined rotation and opening up for U2. so there.
mwah
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so. my head hurts today. i have had, on average, 2 or 3 drinks a day for about the last 12. and about half as much water as that. strangely though, my skin is glowing, and i feel less than bloated. must be like the French looking gorgeous for all that wine, a Wisconsin girl just responds to the "beer, its whats for dinner!" regime. funny that.
house: flooded up to my knee on Saturday morning, effectively ruining my weekend. literally, it was sprouting, cascading, shooting into the basement from 4 different locations. there really was no hope for sticking a finger in to stop the flow. it was hopeless. it rose at about an inch every 2 minutes, until it had reached over my knee. since my apartment was still in the construction phase, about 50% of my shit was affected and/or fucked. it was storm water, mixed with a little bit of sewage. there was no humor about it. it was 8:15 on a Saturday morning, i had yanked my yoga pants up to look like a full diaper, and was floating my plastic bins filled with my every worldly possession to my nelly house mates that came down to help bail out the place with designer stainless steel buckets. i was no humor/morning amanda. at one point Danny looked over at me while we were both holding up columns of bins that wanted to go swimming, and observed a box of tampons fanning out individually and expanding like slow motion popcorn. he wanted to laugh with me, i wanted to hit him. eventually we used my entire living room floor as a fall out shelter for flood victims. shoes over there, books are goners, the pillows in that corner, dry cleaning, and kitchen shit to wash. i had to wash every fucking thing that got even sort of splashed with it. so gross.
but that ended. we cleaned out the washer and dryer, which made it through, amazingly enough. and the boiler steamed off for about a half hour, making the entire house a sauna for about 3 hours, as we blazed heat on a 65 degree day. i drank a pot of coffee, and chain smoked my way through another day, forgetting that i had inconveniently quit 5 days prior.
in other news. my crank addict sister got expelled from art school. (Eric, "sending a drug addict to art school? isn't that like an alcoholic opening a bar?" yes. yes it is.) Xanax, pot and whipits, met up with her anti-whatever prescription, and she ends up in the hospital psych ward, and 12 hours later, out on her ass. good times, little Crank Jessie! good times! you keep making me look like the "good sister". fucking awesome.
the other sister, my favorite. yes, siblings can play favorites, hell, in my family, even the parents can and do. Regardless, my favorite, Mormon Megan, is getting married to a non-Mormon, non-christian, non-sober type. Even though up until the day before, literally less than 24 hours prior to THIS engagement, approximately September 1, she was engaged to a nice little mormon that was on mission somewhere. but then, the fire in her loins moved back to town, and said, "little darlin', be mine". she swoons. and now they are set to become one. IN JANUARY. IN WISCONSIN. for those of you not from anywhere near Wisconsin, it is fucking cold. cold, like where the fuck are my testicles? cold. aiiight? and in January, post holidays? fuck that. there are going to be like 4 people there. i feel for her, and her mormon libido, but duuuude. patience is a virture! did you not get that memo last Sunday? if you wait for spring, they will come. if you wait for summer, even more will come. but January? if you were not my favorite sister, I wouldn't come... my mother has been constantly consulting her therapist, aka. boxed Zinfandel, to get through this. she used alot of words like "empty" and "incredulous" when describing this "joyous event". i told her i suspected that baby jesus was crying somewhere, she laughed and that was all i could get out of her.
beyond that. still busy. I am helping design/decorate a girls bar in the LES for some friends. to be called The Girls Room, it will be pink in front, between Ridge and Attorney on Rivington.. Goth Chich interior, its gonna be cool. my new favorite band, Solid Gold, will be playing on October 10th. they are gonna be HUGE. they sound like Nirvana over a casio drum machine thingy. and for those of you that doubt my ability with this sort of thing? i would draw your attention to the Scissor Sisters, I was the first LJer to list them in my interests, and blah-blahed about them for a long time before they were on the Viacom/Clear Channel combined rotation and opening up for U2. so there.
mwah
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