In the unlikely event that the Olympics ever chooses to recognize Speed Flatpack Furniture Assembly as a sporting event, I would like to volunteer to represent my country in the timed Target Bookcase event. I have assembled six of the bloody things in the last couple of days, and I can now whip one together […]
Monthly Archives: October 2007
Boys ‘n girls, I have internet at home! Life is…well, not spectacular, precisely, I am still lonely, horny, and unhappy, like a sexually frustrated Eeyore, but it’s a definite improvement. No more piggybacking on the neighbor’s unsecured wireless at Deb’s place. Thank goodness. I was starting to long for the days of my 14.4 modem, […]
Whatever my flaws–and I have so very many, O blog of my confessions, my life is a crazy quilt of fear and foolishness, no less than anyone else’s, I am shy and judgmental, I hold my grudges closer than lovers and I have never yet learned to fold a fitted sheet–still, whatever one may say, […]
For various reasons my plans for today fell through, so I wound up at the State Fair with my buddy Linda, who felt (quite rightly) that no one should be brooding when they could be off eating funnel cake and looking at cow butts. And she was entirely correct. I have seen many cool bunnies, […]
I am as calm and mellow and laid back a human being as they come, but I give up. Sometimes you just gotta say “Fuck it, nothing’s worth this,” and light the match. I hurt. Rather a lot, actually. The antidepressants don’t actually interfere with that, which is interesting. If somebody rips off your emotional […]
I tell ya, some days it just doesn’t pay to get out of bed.
Long day. Dead on feet. New apartment’s not bad. Scurfier than my last place–it’s an older building, so the cupboards are haphazard and ancient and the appliances mostly pre-date me. No patio railing, so I’ll have to do something inventive with shrubs and whiskey barrel planters if I want to define any psychological space outside. […]
If I have learned anything in life (and that is debatable) it is this: Always have a graphic novel proposal ready to go at a moment’s notice. Better yet, have three. No, there’s nothing decided, nothing I can talk about, and perhaps nothing will come of anything, but thank god I had those lying around…
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, Creeps in this petty pace from day to day… Tomorrow I get into my new apartment! AAAAAAAIIIGH! Not that I’m, like, counting the hours or anything. (Just a few more. Just a few more.) Deb’s been fabulous, but there’s something about living with a much older friend, in their spare […]
I woke this morning with the fragments of a dream echoing in my head–my father, asking me urgently “Do gods like to dance the samba?”