A chronicle of killed time
I'm restless and all that and so I decided to do that thing where you copy and paste the first sentence from the first entry of every month for the year except, I've never done this before, so I did the same for every month. Every month.
2003
July:Welcome to my bastard-blog-thing. Please remove your shoes and don't touch the boobies.
August: I think that my favorite song off of the *relatively* new Neko Case album is "Deep Red Bells."
September: On Saturday I went to the dyke bar to see Michelle Tea read from a new piece about her move to L.A.
October: To paraphrase my big sis, I almost have a normal job.
November: As previously mentioned, I had planned on dressing up as the protagonist in The Lover, but because my shoes didn't arrive on time, I donned the remainder of my costume and told people that I was a weird, sensual white girl from French Indochina.
December: Spiking eggnog at work is probably not a good idea i fyou don't plan on doing a "follow-up" shortly after your shift.
2004
January: How in the hell do you come out to your sister without spouting off a bunch of cliches?
February: Our dearest Sally is a ninny among the tippiest-toppest class of ninny elites, and here's why.
March: Fucking PORTLAND.
April: Why aren't the Catholics calling me today, this evening?
May: Kitten and I broke up a few nights ago but itt doesn't feel as though much has changed between us, which may or may not indicate the nature of the relationship prior to breakup.
June: What an utter mishmash of a weekend.
July: A little over a week ago, I was wandering around the residential areas of my neighborhood in an attempt at avoiding people.
August: Sundays are glorious when one isn't hung over.
September: My bus pass expired yesterday, I have no cash, and I'm stranded in Ballard.
October: "Good morning, this is your General Helper Monkey for the Nonprofit Sector. How may I direct your call?"
November: I cannot, for the life of me, find a single, ittle, itty-bitty-twitty person in this wet, woolly city who is both willing and available to see The Cramps with me at the Showbox tomorrow night.
December: Oh, screw it. I'm going to write about last weekend because I'd like to do something to distract my attention from the fact that another weekend is looming and well, yeah!
2005
January: The exchange:
"Okay. I'm gonna ask you a question and you have to be honest."
"I'll promise to be honest, but I can't promise that I won't dodge the question."
February: I think I've done more than enough reminiscing on my own time, though, and too much of that junk will clog my innards.
March: Last week? Oh, right. Last week I underwent Sally's First Pregnancy Scare.
April: Man, nothing fuckers up the apathy demons like dancing in your underwears with the Sleater-Kinney cranked way the hell up.
May: I need to accept that, sometimes, people do not change and, when they do, they do it gradually
June: Is going back to school to work on a post-bac English degree as bad an idea as it sounds?
July: She imagined that she was a beta of several shades of blue.
August: What in the hell does a godless heathen aunt who may or may not be a quarter-of-a-century old and who claims to dance with the devil at midnight give her good-natured, well-behaved Catholic nephew on his tenth birthday?
September: Still can't get in touch with Papa Sally, but Redheaded Half-Sister #2 says that he's alive, kicking, and still cranking out those goddamned bowls.
October: There exists an instrumental version -- with an extra-extra synthesized string section -- of "Je t’aime moi non plus."
November: My youngest older sister met her fiancee while they were both working at the Chuck E. Cheese (nee Showbiz Pizza) on Kalanianaole Highway.
December: When it's relatively quiet here, there's a special drink I like to prepare for myself at the bar.
Yeah, that seems about right.
So this confirms my hunch about my weblog lacking any and all sense of cohesion. I still insist that my weblog is slightly better than a stick in the eye. Wouldn't you agree?
2003
July:Welcome to my bastard-blog-thing. Please remove your shoes and don't touch the boobies.
August: I think that my favorite song off of the *relatively* new Neko Case album is "Deep Red Bells."
September: On Saturday I went to the dyke bar to see Michelle Tea read from a new piece about her move to L.A.
October: To paraphrase my big sis, I almost have a normal job.
November: As previously mentioned, I had planned on dressing up as the protagonist in The Lover, but because my shoes didn't arrive on time, I donned the remainder of my costume and told people that I was a weird, sensual white girl from French Indochina.
December: Spiking eggnog at work is probably not a good idea i fyou don't plan on doing a "follow-up" shortly after your shift.
2004
January: How in the hell do you come out to your sister without spouting off a bunch of cliches?
February: Our dearest Sally is a ninny among the tippiest-toppest class of ninny elites, and here's why.
March: Fucking PORTLAND.
April: Why aren't the Catholics calling me today, this evening?
May: Kitten and I broke up a few nights ago but itt doesn't feel as though much has changed between us, which may or may not indicate the nature of the relationship prior to breakup.
June: What an utter mishmash of a weekend.
July: A little over a week ago, I was wandering around the residential areas of my neighborhood in an attempt at avoiding people.
August: Sundays are glorious when one isn't hung over.
September: My bus pass expired yesterday, I have no cash, and I'm stranded in Ballard.
October: "Good morning, this is your General Helper Monkey for the Nonprofit Sector. How may I direct your call?"
November: I cannot, for the life of me, find a single, ittle, itty-bitty-twitty person in this wet, woolly city who is both willing and available to see The Cramps with me at the Showbox tomorrow night.
December: Oh, screw it. I'm going to write about last weekend because I'd like to do something to distract my attention from the fact that another weekend is looming and well, yeah!
2005
January: The exchange:
"Okay. I'm gonna ask you a question and you have to be honest."
"I'll promise to be honest, but I can't promise that I won't dodge the question."
February: I think I've done more than enough reminiscing on my own time, though, and too much of that junk will clog my innards.
March: Last week? Oh, right. Last week I underwent Sally's First Pregnancy Scare.
April: Man, nothing fuckers up the apathy demons like dancing in your underwears with the Sleater-Kinney cranked way the hell up.
May: I need to accept that, sometimes, people do not change and, when they do, they do it gradually
June: Is going back to school to work on a post-bac English degree as bad an idea as it sounds?
July: She imagined that she was a beta of several shades of blue.
August: What in the hell does a godless heathen aunt who may or may not be a quarter-of-a-century old and who claims to dance with the devil at midnight give her good-natured, well-behaved Catholic nephew on his tenth birthday?
September: Still can't get in touch with Papa Sally, but Redheaded Half-Sister #2 says that he's alive, kicking, and still cranking out those goddamned bowls.
October: There exists an instrumental version -- with an extra-extra synthesized string section -- of "Je t’aime moi non plus."
November: My youngest older sister met her fiancee while they were both working at the Chuck E. Cheese (nee Showbiz Pizza) on Kalanianaole Highway.
December: When it's relatively quiet here, there's a special drink I like to prepare for myself at the bar.
Yeah, that seems about right.
So this confirms my hunch about my weblog lacking any and all sense of cohesion. I still insist that my weblog is slightly better than a stick in the eye. Wouldn't you agree?