The lava lamp has me by a chokehold. I find myself staring at it's sun-bleached wax, watching in float around like a homeless drunk in it's oddly-shaped jar. I feel like a stoner ( Read more... )

I've been something of a busy bee, not that I'd like to admit it. Calling out bingo takes a bit of my time, and I'm going to start taking swing dance lessons from this delightful little Russian woman. Working six in a row now. So much so that I don't worry about much at the workplace. I could do it with my eyes tied behind my back, or however ( Read more... )

...I don't think the batterties were the problem ( Read more... )

And I'm sitting here again. This time, I seem to have wound up in a rather awesome shirt, if I may say so ( Read more... )

Got another exit sign today. This one's a two-sided white/red lettered number. Looks to be forty, maybe fifty years old. I took it down to the hardware store and let the old men there piddle around with it for a while. They took it apart, put some bits of it back together, then took them apart again. In the end, I wound up with twenty feet of ( Read more... )

...ground up tennis shoes? If you've ever wondered what it's like, I'll be able to tell you come Monday ( Read more... )

17th ( Read more... )

Well, now. It's been a while, hasn't it? A long while. One might go so far as to punch out an epic, butt-rock ballad about the duration of moments passed, but Boston's already done it for me.

I'm me, still, I guess. Not that I've really noticed. They gave me pills for the anxiety attacks I was accosted by in the chinese restaurant last summer ( Read more... )

All I've gotten out of the old idiot box tonight is election. Blah Blah, it goes on about polls, propositions, theories, hypothetical situations involving moose, and then some. I couldn't take it. I feel like a hot chocolate, but my feet would rather not have to face it out there. I'd leave them behind, but ther're already feeling quite left ( Read more... )

Vey ( Read more... )