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2002-02-21 - 4:34 p.m.
Today I had lunch with fellow
journal-keepers Feng,
Peachy,
and Haze
- plus another pal who shook his head in disgust at our diary
chatter and issued sardonic comments like "So, you write
about what you did during the day and stuff? Oooh, fascinating.
Seriously. I can't believe you're not charging money."
The rest of us were like Pod People: "YOUUU should keep
a diary too! JOIN USSSSS…
All 5 of us sitting at lunch
are currently unemployed. I'm surprised we didn't create some
sort of productivity vacuum, sucking meal-presenting energy from
the gainfully employed waiters. I think we should have our own
sitcom, actually, because surely we represent a very "now"
demographic: 30-ish laid off tech workers. We could have catchphrases
just like Friends - "Could I BE websurfing more?"
:::
I received a late arrival birthday
present from my dad in the mail today. I have only recently been
in contact with my dad. My parents got divorced when I was 2
or so, he moved, and we just never kept in touch throughout the
years. A couple years ago, I decided on a whim to let him know
where I was in my life, and sent an email address. Well, that
has really made all the difference. Now he's visited me, he came
to my wedding, it's all very nice. But he's never been good with
presents.
I'm not a greedy person, I don't
really care what my dad gets me for any occasion - I just know
it's gonna be really random. Once when I was in 7th grade or
so he sent me a birthday box that contained: a large bronze clip,
the kind that you see at the end of dog leashes only 5 inches
long or so (I still don't get it), and a jigsaw puzzle. Of a
baby duck. That said "Have a Ducky Day." That was comprised
of maybe 9 large puzzle pieces. It might have been appropriate
for a 3 year old.
Anyway, I think he's historically
been just a little out of touch. My dad's great. I love him.
So he sent me a large black scarf, suitable for wrapping many
many times around your body to indicate that you are in a permanent
state of mourning, that had the (discounted) price tag still
attached. You never know when you might need to drape a coffin
or something.
:::
JB and I are all lathered up
over eBay lately. We were cleaning out his closet, and he was
going through his clothes and saying "Keep? Trash?"
to me, because I am the Queen of All That is Fashion <cough>.
He held up a leather jacket that was so dorky looking it burned
my retinas, and I demanded that we donate it immediately to a
local pimp outfitter. So we thought we'd put it on eBay. I even
touted up the most ridiculous sounding description imaginable
(no shit - it starts with "the elegence of Lambskin has
no equal!") - and someone freakin' bid on it! Wow. I
kind of want to see how far you can go. "Large cat dook,
decent girth and eye-wateringly pungent! Yours for only $25!"
go back :::
forward
Did you want to read about:
2002-02-20 - The
Rack has great deals, but you gotta dig like a hog looking for
truffles
2002-02-19 - Although
30 isn't really 30 to me, anymore
2002-02-18 - He's always doing Fear Factor stuff
like that, then comes home and asks me how my day was
Artifact: Jeez, Dad, at least destroy the evidence.
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comments so far.
I have moved. - 1.03.2005
Obviously, a work in progress. - 12.27.2004
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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