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04.30.2002 - 10:04 p.m.
Tuesday
At first, when I started driving to and from work, I was all
enamored with the radio. I was like 'Oooh, non predefined
music rotation '. Now I am royally sick and tired of it and
I really really really want a CD player. For the majority of
my commute I am flailing at the buttons trying to find a station
not playing 1) a commercial, 2) Creed, 3) that retarded song
where the chick is going "oops, there goes my shirt..up
over my head..."
So what I've been doing
lately is playing this old Ella Fitzgerald tape over and over.
It's the only tape that hasn't basically self destructed from
mummifying in the car for so long - and as I mentioned, there
is no CD player. And I'm just slaughtering Ella with my
hideous-ass voice - "Say it's only a paper mooooOOON ARF
ARF ARRROOOOO".
There's one station that
claims to be "the new beat" of Seattle. That one occasionally
dishes up some real winners, like that old song "Word Up",
which they played this morning. Stupidest. Song. Ever.
"Word up, everybody
say
When you hear the call you've got to get it underway
Word up, it's the code word
No matter where you say it
You know that you'll be heard"
Oh yeah. That's the kind
of rockin' cool tune that really makes a traffic-y commute more
pleasurable. Not. Hi, "New Beat" people? Um, YOU SUCK.
Love, Sundry.
Speaking of stuff that
sucks, my legs suck. Remember how I was saying I was going to
get all Carl Lewis on the trail that goes by the office? I've
jogged exactly 3 times now - which is good! yay! - but each time
I'm all bandy-legged and gimpy afterwards - which is bad! boo!
My MO is this: I jog until I start to strip trees of their leaves
with my gasping, then I walk, then I feebly start jogging again.
I always get self conscious when I pass someone in my walking
stage, all red-faced and wheezy. I feel like I want to tell them
that I was just now running, dammit. There's a reason
why my lungs have collapsed and I am jamming a Bic pen into my
trachea to get more air.
I'm hoping to pass through
this stage of everything hurting and mutate into a lithe, ripped
package of Wupass. Yeah.
I'll, uh, keep you posted
on that. (cough)
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forward
04.28.2002 - Are
Swedish people just naturally tidier and more efficient and tending
towards metal accents and birch countertops?
04.26.2002 - The
new house, as represented by little graphical doohickeys.
04.25.2002 - There
are other fun things in the tank, too, like the Giant Turd.
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comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
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Happy holidays! - 12.24.2004
Listen, I am not a complete dick, it's not like I want Joe to die alone surrounded by cats or something. - 12.23.2004
Plus I am convinced my butt is extra big when it's upside down. - 12.22.2004
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