I'm not going to be posting here anymore. LJ annoys the hell out of me, and Diaryland is probably the clunkiest, most awful diary hosting site on the net. Go here:

journal.birdandbee.net

Still keeping this journal to spy on friends, though.

Ugh. Our loud-ass neighbor (whom we've dubbed Mr. Loudpants) below us blasting David Bowie and singing along in a croaky, seriously off-tune voice. I love David Bowie. Today, though, I feel like Mr. Loudpants has taken him away from me ( Read more... )

It feels good to want to cook again. It's way too hot here in the summer to want to stand over a stove and monitor a meal. By the time you're done, you can't even stand to look at hot food, let alone eat it ( Read more... )

1. Google Halloween and the year you were born. (i.e. "Halloween 1973", or whatever.)
2. Find the weirdest, funniest, or scariest photos, and post them.

( Halloween 1986! )

Richard and I were in Tennessee from Wednesday to yesterday. We went with Richard Senior and his wife, Amy. While I was there I ( Read more... )

Things the Animals Have Done Lately to Crack Me Up ( Read more... )

The Hobos have taken over Westside Park, which the the park half a block away from my place. Richard and I used to like to go there in the late evening and sit by the fountain and make fart noises when someone would walk by, but no more. The last time I went there, there was this totally crazy young Hobo who had a big rottweiler. He made the dog ( Read more... )

The other night I had a dream that I put on my winter pea-coat, but had grown so fat that it didn't fit me anymore! I couldn't put my arms down by my sides (much like Randy in A Christmas Story) and I couldn't even begin to button it around my middle. Now I'm a little afraid to try it on, even though I know it will still fit because I wore in ( Read more... )

"Anyway, the point is that Rita saw Aldo Kelrast--my Aldo!--come into the store right after he left our intervention! She says he bought a bottle of reasonably priced Bombay Gin ($32.99 a bottle) and then asked if they sold "sippy cups" so that drinkers don't spill while they are driving. Petty Wines told him that they did not, and cautioned him ( Read more... )

I am content at the moment, but our friend Bill got hammered earlier tonight and starting feeling really depressed, which made me want to cry. He has a degree in accounting, but for some reason no one seems to want to hire him. I wish this weren't the case, and that he had job offers pouring in through the windows. It's just not happening ( Read more... )