When Elizabeth did an impression of me for Maria, and we all laughed, it occurred to me that life probably doesn't get much better than two of your closest friends sharing stories about you. So I took another sip of my whiskey and told them so.

I'd just finished reading Nabokov's Lolita, but more pressingly I'd just finished reading the author's "On a Book Entitled Lolita" at the end of the novel, written a year after its publication. I was lying on the couch, feeling very insulted by Nabokov (which, though unable to undermine my love for delightful Book 1, cemented my dislike of Book 2 ( Read more... )

That is right. I hate wordpress.com. The last two nights I've written embarrassing things about the red-alert state of my sexual drive that still has not been satiated, and my posts, though "published", have not appeared on my journal ( Read more... )

Fuck wordpress.com. I don't understand it.

Why aren't there line breaks when I hit enter and there appear to be breaks on the screen?

Does this work?

Online journals have several peculiar things about them:

1- they are public
2- you never run out of pages

So I have to censor where I think it is necessary, because in the end I hope for an audience, an audience I won't personally offend too much.  And I have to end the journal when I think it is time.  I'd rather go out on a bang than on a whimper, ( Read more... )

 In the past couple of days Elizabeth and my roommate Dutch have rekindle the flame that I used to burn for Tolkien.  We all reciteted bits of poetry we knew, which made me itch to go home and bring my fancy copies of the Hobbit and Lord of the Rings.  We eventually slipped Fellowship of the Ring into the DVD player.   We had lots of commentary to ( Read more... )

angst is as follows:

finishing school
artistic ability
delusions of artistic success
my embarrassing, shit job
my skin crawling when I know I have to go to my embarrassing, shit job
wanting to kill bums who swarm around the location of my embarrassing, shit job
finishing school
finishing school while working embarrassing shit job that stifles artistic ( Read more... )

An aquarium in Seattle was mysteriously finding dead sharks in one of their largest tanks.  So these modern day Sherlocks investigated the deaths of these fearsome and ferocious sharks, and discovered, most shockingly, that one of the tanks’ new arrivals, an octopus, was actually the culprit.  Clearly there is video of the heinous murder, and ( Read more... )

Sometimes you have to say something stupid to total strangers or else you will regret it.  He had the glasses, that look.  So I said, "You can call me Kelly Osbourne if I can call you Harry Potter." 
It was good.

On Monday the ice cream shop had a corporate inspection.  I was fortunate enough to close the night before the inspection, and therefore do much cleaning and stayed very very late, and then open the store the day of the inspection, and therefore be subject to some trivial idiot's quiz on the HISTORY of the ice cream shop.  She was not very ( Read more... )