waiting for a war

an old friend of mine, Amanda, moved to California my sophomore year of high school. mysteriously enough she decided to move back to Arkansas last week. last night i went over to the place where she is staying until her place becomes available. we went out for pizza and stayed up till 3am talking and listening to music. today we went to sonic and got milkshakes and breakfast. i've missed her a lot. more than i would have / could have ever realized.
she's so laid back and care free . . . i don't know.

fuck.
me.

i'm really happy right now.

creole seasonings on lambchops

V listen to Cassino. Maybe you'll fall in love with them too.

today/currently/approximately right now, i feel sick.
why you may ask?
let me give you 2 reasons:

1. 3 chili dogs at lunch (consumed rapidly no doubt).

[and]

2. god speak from boss' mouth at said lunch.

the question that i've been pondering:

which is worse?

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it's looking like i might be driving with josh to st. louis on saturday to pick up his new car, a black '93 volvo wagon. Hell yeah. that is unless things work for him to leave tomorrow, in which case i will not be able to go. other than that, my weekend will be completely boring and i love it. i'm going to read/finish clockwork orange and watch radiohead on from the basement. plus i've got a few movies recorded i've been meaning to see. and since my parents are out of town, i have complete rule of the kitchen so maybe i'll make something interesting.

holiday ham

last night sunshine learned of the majesty that is 2 girls - 1 cup.

apparently, it is conclusive to giving one bad dreams.

who would have guessed?

ps: (spoiler alert)

she's voting huckabee

yesterday my boss grilled duck breast for us at lunch.

they were disgusting -- stuffed with cream cheese and jalepenos.

while he was preparing one,

he made sure to demonstrate how you could

make it look like a black woman's vagina by simply

cutting a slit in it and pulling its "lips" back.

you're welcome.

postcards from the land before whatever came before

today's lunch:

1) blt (minus the t) with miracle whip on wheat with garlic and pepper

2) ramon noodles (spicy beef + hot and spicy)

Simple, light, easy. I wasn't hungry but i wanted peppered bacon, so i thought i'd be creative by putting it on wheat.

in other news,

got a new/used phone. it's actually my sister's old one. just keeping it until march when i get a new one. as of right now, i don't have any numbers in it, but that is to be fixed early on in the week.

i watched sicko after i ate, by the way. bring on canadia.

pattern recognition

good news: i bought sonic youth's album NURSE this weekend. absolutely amazing.

but i'm lame and sitting at home on a saturday night with no plans at all. and i'm completely sober. something isn't right. i'm even thinking of working out. while listening to my new album . . . joyously. i must be sick or something.

oh and last night i got a pumpkin spice latte and, my favorite thing in the world, pumpkin pie cheesecake. muy delicioso.

and i watched FINDING NEVERLAND last night. i forgot how amazing that movie is.

weird fish

so currently i'm on the radiohead site trying to buy their new album, IN RAINBOWS. of course, i'm not just getting the songs. i'm getting the bundle pack with lyric and art books, vinyl copies, an enhanced cd, etc. i'm sitting at the checkout. it's being gay. it shows that i have it in my "basket" but will it let me pay and download? no. because it's stupid. i need this. right now. i want to call in sick to work so that i can just sit around and bask in its glory for the rest of the day.

bye.

(this rant would continue but my microwave is screaming/beeping at me to get my chinese food out of it)

Update: it is now mine. the world may rest at ease.

beer and timbits

O, Canada!

big pimpin

yummy/oh how i miss thee

heaven

feeling a smidge dirty

Yesterday at Captain D's, where I ate like a friggin hippo, I saw this guy with a perfect porn star mustache. I wanted it so bad, but then I remembered that I can't grow one; it won't "cum" in thick enough.

feeling a touch adventurous

For work today, Jessica and I had to pass out domestic violence brochures to dozens upon dozens of barber shops and salons. Apparantly people tell their entire life's story to who ever touches their head. Thank god I don't want to cut hair. Oh and by the way, barber shops that men own, smell funnier than ones that women own. They go extra heavy on the chemicals I think. We left at about 8:00 and came back to the office at 4:00, which meant I only had to deal with everyone else's crap for about 30 minutes. Not too shabby.

Lunch was really good. We went to this place called Charlotte's. I had a piece of strawberry cake and strawberry cheesecake for an appetizer. Then they brought me my sammich. It had ham, turkey, swiss, avacado, and, supposedly, mayo (never tasted any) on grilled and fried sourdough bread. It was ok. Frankly it tasted really bland. And I couldn't get the waitress to come back so I could get some ketchup or something. Jessica only ended up eating about 2 bites of her club so I devoured the rest of hers, some pickles, some olives, and a few chips.

I think if you even touched me with a pin right now, I would fly around the room like a balloon.
Wouldn't that be interesting?
No?
I don't think so either, to be honest.

On the way back we were admiring the amazingly flat scenery and decided to play in a field for a bit. So we did.

Here's a few pics:





P. S. Erin will be here in one week.

P. S. S. That means Spiderman!