I just wanted to make a quick note of the fact that both “she” and “her” are alive and well. We’re just really busy. Also, we still love each other dearly and all that shit.
Panera: a necessary evil
Seriously??
I’m sitting here feeling bad because I’m taking up the space of 4 people (hey–this textbook is REALLY big) and in comes “The Jewish Divorcee/Widowee Group.” Commence tables moving, chairs scraping, excuse me’s being thrown around the room like a football at a Super Bowl party… and 15 minutes later the entire restaurant is now their domain.
GEEZ. I’m sorry that I’m not divorced!! (actually, I am. so there.) I’m just here to do work! Yes, you can have that chair. No, you cannot have the 1 of the 2 tables I’m sitting at or the chair my coat is on. Yes, I’m listening to everything you say while appearing to ignore you. And yes, I’m preparing an email to the General Manager who clearly forgot to notify other Paying Customers that want to eat/be sane in this restaurant.
So, why don’t I leave? Quite simply: Free {refills on} Coffee & Free Internet. Basically, I’d sit through the 3rd World War for that. Or, that annoying family that just came in with six kids under the age of 5. Maybe.
p.s. Also, I’m eating a chocolate-chip bagel. Yes, I did say CHOCOLATE CHIP. Mmmmmm. And I didn’t have to pay an arm & a leg for it, or even an arm only. More like one little bitty finger that I don’t really use anyway.
Filed under graphorrhea, querulous quetches
on the verge
seriously, there are few things worse in the world than christmas lights. for any reason you give me that they are “good” (they make me happy; the bright lights remind me of goodness & joy, yippee!), i can give you ten reasons why they’re bad. bad for the environment. bad for the economy. bad for my eyesight. bad for the way your house looks.
the one thing that IS actually worse than christmas lights, is christmas lights being hung during the weekend of thanksgiving, before our turkey scraps have even hit the compost bin. i mean, i can’t stand thanksgiving, but i like it better than christmas lights. so, at least, can we enjoy our gluttonous, empirical holiday without being reminded of how all of america are big fat capitalist hypocrites, who stole a religious holiday in order to make {even more} money off of it?
GAWD, with a capital G, A, W & D. somebody give me the # for bournewood; i need to program it into my phone before my downstairs neighbors put a fat man in a sled on our rooftops.
Filed under -idae, phobic neurosis, querulous quetches
dear Blog I’ve been away from:
Would you believe me if I said I’d been really busy (organizing socks, washing hairs, and such…)?
Filed under -idae, graphorrhea
broken clocks {really bad poetry…for my lee lee}
i know right now we are two broken clocks.
i know right now our timings off.
i know right now only time can tell.
i know right now we both just feel like hell.
i know right now this is also true.
i know right now that in my life i still always need you.
Filed under graphorrhea, phobic neurosis, querulous quetches
“when this puzzles figured out…will YOU still be around?”
ATTENTION: to READ THIS POST…go here.
Filed under -idae, graphorrhea, phobic neurosis, {KAYO}
“Toto, I’ve a feeling were not in Moab anymore…”
I wrote a total of 4798748670876 blog entries in various airports this weekend…however, due to actually having to return home…in place of writing them all up, I instead must tend to “real life”. {not that the argument could not be made that blogging is in fact a portrayal of “real life”, since this morning I wanted to tell my Advisor that yes, I am in fact seeing a therapist…and her name happens to be My. Blog}.
Luckily, I have a massive deadline looming in two weeks…plenty of time for procrastinative blogging.
Filed under graphorrhea, querulous quetches, {KAYO}
40/40
this is a public service announcement…
who ever is visiting our site today 40 times and NOT saying hi…we don’t bite.
and if it is my “prof”…I totally MEANT what I said…but not until AFTER tomorrow when you grade my paper…
Filed under graphorrhea, phobic neurosis
lee lee
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