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04.12.2002 - 8:43 p.m.
Friday
Wow, it’s Friday already. I’ve been so busy lately
time has flown by. It’s like my life was on super-slo-mode,
frame by boring frame just clicking by, and now it’s all
frenetic and whooshing along like those scenes in Koyaanisqatsi. But without the cool music.
My theme song, lately, would be more like that cartoon scrambling-running
sound they always made on The Flintstones.
Something else that is
Little Yellow Different about my life is that I’ve been
driving on a daily basis. I suppose that doesn’t sound very
exciting, but for the last two years I’ve either been 1)
riding a bus to work or 2) unemployed. Now I’m all commuter
chick, driving my phat ride (and by "phat ride" I mean
"wimpy-ass Toyota Corolla").
The commute isn’t
too bad, unless there’s a Sonics game and I have to snake
through eighty billion million people trying to get to the Key
Arena, but the part that really shits the bed is that I don’t
have parking. In the past it only made sense to pay for JB’s
spot in our lot, and now there’s nothing open. So when I
get home from work, I have to circle the blocks nearby over and
over, inevitably ending up parking somewhere on the outer rings
of Saturn. (You’d think my parallel parking skills would
be rapidly improving, too, but NOOOOO. Sometimes I get it right,
and sometimes I spend what seems like 45 minutes inching back
and forth and worrying that the guy walking his dog across the
street is getting a hernia from laughing at me.) And every time
I head out the door in the morning, I'm always all forgetful
and like "Hmmm, did I end up by Titan or Iapetus?"
That was a Saturn moon
joke. Get it?
BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
(long uncomfortable pause)
Aaaaanyway. Tomorrow I
go to see Marty the Almost Certainly Gay Hairdresser, because
my hair is in a very sorry state, all shaggy and root-y. I always
let too much time go by in between appointments. It seems like
my hair goes through this weeklong stage of uncertainty, where
it's just a little on the evil side...then the very next week
it's just given up all hope and officially looks like ass. God,
and I can finally tell him yes, when he asks if I found a job
- that was getting sort of pitiful.
Marty: "So! Found
a new job yet?"
Me: "Erm...no. Um, but I DID donate a...kidney! Yeah! A
WHOLE KIDNEY. What have YOU been doing lately, Hair Boy?"
:::
PS. In happy news, the
house sellers have accepted our final offer (Regis?), and we're
doing the inspection on Wed. This along with the new job is the
reason that my entries have sucked like Carmen Electra lately.
I miss writing goofy stuff that made me laugh, and I promise
to get back to that soon. In the meantime, is there any interest
in a notice list? Let me know.
PPS. You guys rule! Go
you!
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04.10.2002 - Nothing
says low-stress like offering total strangers an obscene lump
of cash for a house that may or may not be infested by killer
bees.
04.06.2002 - Will
a slow song ever fill me with that mix of terror and fervent
hope again?
04.05.2002 - I'm
already starting to worry about the potential size of my ass.
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