these two cute little mexican kids were waiting for their flight near us. as they were playing they happened to knock their sprite over.
as it gushed onto the floor, this rich lady sitting across from the family grabbed her own bags to pull them away from the liquid and proceeded to watch the soda continue draining.
db and i looked at each other. didnt it occur to her that she should have picked the soda up to stop the spilling? and didnt it occur to her that if she'd have done that, she wouldnt have to worry about her things getting soda on them?
not to mention that this morning, as we were packing our things, an older guy was standing directly outside of our open sliding glass door, smoking a cigar. i asked db "who smokes outside of someone else's room???" the guy looked in and went away. turns out, he was the owner.
what is wrong with people who have loads of money???
Tuesday, March 29, 2005
cuticle clippers pose international security threat
have i ever mentioned how much i hate spending an entire day traveling?
i had to check in my cuticle clippers at the airport today. the USA didn't make me check my clippers in on the way to MX, but apparently MX finds my clippers to be rather threatening.
hey, im all for safety. but im not really the kind of girl that would intentionally get someone else's blood on my clippers. i dont particularly enjoy the process of disenfecting my things after they've been contaminated.
anyway, it was at the security gate, after we'd already checked in for our flight, that the clippers were "discovered". i was sent back to the check out counter with my clippers to check them as baggage.
the woman at the counter looked at me like i was insane. i explained security told me to come down and check them. she told me to go find a box.
so, off i went in search of a small box... the stupid american girl with cuticle clippers... asking vendors if they happened to have a small box for my deadly clippers. fortunately a female vendor took pity on me and found a small box that originally housed 10 or so mini bottles of tequila.
i took my boxed clippers to the counter and the young security fellow securely taped the box, wrapping the airline tape around at least a dozen or so times, all while smiling and winking at me. i gave the box to the woman at check out and she reissued my ticket, with a sticker for my baggage claim.
next stop, the waiting area.
i had to check in my cuticle clippers at the airport today. the USA didn't make me check my clippers in on the way to MX, but apparently MX finds my clippers to be rather threatening.
hey, im all for safety. but im not really the kind of girl that would intentionally get someone else's blood on my clippers. i dont particularly enjoy the process of disenfecting my things after they've been contaminated.
anyway, it was at the security gate, after we'd already checked in for our flight, that the clippers were "discovered". i was sent back to the check out counter with my clippers to check them as baggage.
the woman at the counter looked at me like i was insane. i explained security told me to come down and check them. she told me to go find a box.
so, off i went in search of a small box... the stupid american girl with cuticle clippers... asking vendors if they happened to have a small box for my deadly clippers. fortunately a female vendor took pity on me and found a small box that originally housed 10 or so mini bottles of tequila.
i took my boxed clippers to the counter and the young security fellow securely taped the box, wrapping the airline tape around at least a dozen or so times, all while smiling and winking at me. i gave the box to the woman at check out and she reissued my ticket, with a sticker for my baggage claim.
next stop, the waiting area.
Monday, March 28, 2005
jayZ is a figment of my xy axis
morning oatmeal.
db tunes out.
amy: what are you thinking?
db: trying to figure out the 4th dimension.
hmm... of course.
amy and db proceed to discuss dimensions and somehow end up with...
db: if im a mother fckg figment than im pretty sure i know figments have feelings.
later on...
db: you have a cross on your knee, i think JayZ is trying to tell you something.
amy: yeah, that i should be taking math classes. its an xy axis.
db tunes out.
amy: what are you thinking?
db: trying to figure out the 4th dimension.
hmm... of course.
amy and db proceed to discuss dimensions and somehow end up with...
db: if im a mother fckg figment than im pretty sure i know figments have feelings.
later on...
db: you have a cross on your knee, i think JayZ is trying to tell you something.
amy: yeah, that i should be taking math classes. its an xy axis.
Sunday, March 27, 2005
serious tequila and $1 guns
db: "big guns keep the peace"
Orale! serves the best food ever. i mean EVER! plus they have super cheap drinks. $1 beers every day, all day (during spring break). tequila drinks are only $2.20 (compare with $2 pepsi, $5.50 mudslide). and believe it or not, im pretty sure the people who work there LOVE it.
yeah, for serious serious.
Orale! serves the best food ever. i mean EVER! plus they have super cheap drinks. $1 beers every day, all day (during spring break). tequila drinks are only $2.20 (compare with $2 pepsi, $5.50 mudslide). and believe it or not, im pretty sure the people who work there LOVE it.
yeah, for serious serious.
Saturday, March 26, 2005
donde esta los restuarantes?
again we were referred to as honeymooners... its official, someone must have married us in our sleep on the plane and everyone in mexico knows except us.
we decided to find out when low tide is so we can walk from lovers beach to the arch. the sand all connects at some point according to every post card available, and we will see the arch, on foot.
for some reason its harder to find resturaunts during the day than it is at night. at night they are all lit up with people in them eating yummies. in the day you can't tell if the places are open, closed, or what kind of food they serve. we wanted chicken but all we could find was fish. we ended up eating taco's at a tourist place... which means we may as well have been at an expensive taco bell.
drinks at desperado. bartender was from san diego. he made a good mudslide and handed the bottle of pacifico to db quite gentlemanly.
we decided to find out when low tide is so we can walk from lovers beach to the arch. the sand all connects at some point according to every post card available, and we will see the arch, on foot.
for some reason its harder to find resturaunts during the day than it is at night. at night they are all lit up with people in them eating yummies. in the day you can't tell if the places are open, closed, or what kind of food they serve. we wanted chicken but all we could find was fish. we ended up eating taco's at a tourist place... which means we may as well have been at an expensive taco bell.
drinks at desperado. bartender was from san diego. he made a good mudslide and handed the bottle of pacifico to db quite gentlemanly.
Friday, March 25, 2005
surprisingly long honeymoon
after a much needed wonderful night's sleep, we wake, shower, lather up with sunscreen and head out in search of food and beach.
we decided to save money on the trip by cooking our own oatmeal for breakfast and having PB&J sandwiches for lunch. so, our first stop was "bimbo", el mercado. groceries are slightly more expensive in mexico, but still manageable.
after breakfast we asked the front desk how to get to beach near the arch. he repeated "go to marina, hire water taxi." but i knew we could get there another way, i just wasnt sure which way that was.
on our walk through town we saw horribly ridiculous t-shirts saying things like "a dozen lap dances $25, 6 beers $6, your wife not finding out Priceless." we were only mildly accosted by vendors, and one cute black dog that appeared to be debating whether or not he wanted to spend the energy required to bark at db.
most vendors were pretty good about reading us as extremely disinterested but a few were bent on flattering the cash out of us. for instance, one fellow refered to us as honeymooners. after the shock wore off, db and i both errupted in laughter.
shit, when did we get married? we havent even been awake long enough for much of a ceremony. omg! what if someone married us in our sleep on the plane?
to get to lovers beach, near the arch, we cut through a resort. this made db nervous. but due to my previous travels in mexico i knew that no one at the resort would say anything to us.
next we had some rock climbing to do to get to the other side. this consisted of db repeatedly assuring me that "this is the hardest part." and a lot of concern about my safety and ability to make it. little did db know that im agile, flexible, brilliantly balanced, and a mountainous kind of gal.
lovers beach was beautiful and there were hardly any people there - mostly locals. except for the damn flies, it was paradise.
the rock formations reminded db of easter island. and we agreed that all of the rocks looked suspiciously like noses... noses on mice?
the way back looked a little less like we knew what we were doing since we apparently took the longer more difficult route and watched as the father from OC went around us the "easy" way in 1/4 of the time.
we stopped back by the hotel to clean up and headed back to the main roads to search for food and continue our exploration. to our surprise the alarm at a closed money exchange was sounding and we witnessed several mexican police with machine guns pass us on the sidewalk.
let me just say there is nothing like being in a foreign country and having machine gun carrying police headed toward you to make you realize how much less crime would happen in your own country with the same kind of outfit.
we decided to save money on the trip by cooking our own oatmeal for breakfast and having PB&J sandwiches for lunch. so, our first stop was "bimbo", el mercado. groceries are slightly more expensive in mexico, but still manageable.
after breakfast we asked the front desk how to get to beach near the arch. he repeated "go to marina, hire water taxi." but i knew we could get there another way, i just wasnt sure which way that was.
on our walk through town we saw horribly ridiculous t-shirts saying things like "a dozen lap dances $25, 6 beers $6, your wife not finding out Priceless." we were only mildly accosted by vendors, and one cute black dog that appeared to be debating whether or not he wanted to spend the energy required to bark at db.
most vendors were pretty good about reading us as extremely disinterested but a few were bent on flattering the cash out of us. for instance, one fellow refered to us as honeymooners. after the shock wore off, db and i both errupted in laughter.
shit, when did we get married? we havent even been awake long enough for much of a ceremony. omg! what if someone married us in our sleep on the plane?
to get to lovers beach, near the arch, we cut through a resort. this made db nervous. but due to my previous travels in mexico i knew that no one at the resort would say anything to us.
next we had some rock climbing to do to get to the other side. this consisted of db repeatedly assuring me that "this is the hardest part." and a lot of concern about my safety and ability to make it. little did db know that im agile, flexible, brilliantly balanced, and a mountainous kind of gal.
lovers beach was beautiful and there were hardly any people there - mostly locals. except for the damn flies, it was paradise.
the rock formations reminded db of easter island. and we agreed that all of the rocks looked suspiciously like noses... noses on mice?
the way back looked a little less like we knew what we were doing since we apparently took the longer more difficult route and watched as the father from OC went around us the "easy" way in 1/4 of the time.
we stopped back by the hotel to clean up and headed back to the main roads to search for food and continue our exploration. to our surprise the alarm at a closed money exchange was sounding and we witnessed several mexican police with machine guns pass us on the sidewalk.
let me just say there is nothing like being in a foreign country and having machine gun carrying police headed toward you to make you realize how much less crime would happen in your own country with the same kind of outfit.
Thursday, March 24, 2005
onward to mexico
MIDNIGHT
after 2 buses and the B line, i finally arrived at db's 10mins till midnight. we had two options. wait till 4am and pay $25 for a cab, or run outside and take the next T as far as we could get before it stopped running and hopefully only have to pay $15 for a cab from gvmt center.
apparently i thought the T was the best bet. thus begins our adventure.
time flew fast while we waited for the T in the snow. damn cold... and wet.
we waited and waited and db insisted the T wasn´t coming. i replied "if it wasn´t coming they would have sent a little truck around to the stops with a T guy hanging out the window telling us 'its not coming'."
id say about 3 minutes later, maybe 5, a little truck comes around with a T guy hanging out the window (more like rolling the window down) and tells us 'its not coming... there is an electrical problem with the lines.'
score db:1 alb:0
12:30AM
by now we've taken the BC bus to the D line and wait ever so unpatiently, soaked to the bone. db insists we´ve already missed the last D train, but im positive there has to be one more coming and it can't be later than 12:20am. we finally agree to go to dunkin' donuts and find it is now 12:45am.
score db:2 alb:0
1AM
we get a cab to the airport. at least we'll be several hours early and not late. unfortunately it cost $30 because our cabbie took the longest route he could possibly think of... back tracking at least twice. i still insisted we give him a tip.
4:20AM SECURITY CHECK at Gate A22
we see "snoop dog" trying to get through security. unfortunately, security is also trying to get through security... its a catch 22 don't you think (A22)? when no one is there to check security through security! at gate A22. Ha!
we are finally able to check in, and we do so. the Delta counter woman looks at us and asks "now, you´re both over 15?" neither of us respond and ask each other later... uh, were we supposed to respond to that?
5:31AM EXHAUSTED
going on 24 hours with out so much as a nap, db says to me "topographically free, i could expand and contract based soley on my will. i would be the greatest three manifold this world has ever seen."
thank god we were able to board the plane and get a little sleep. we were exhausted from thinking.
after 2 buses and the B line, i finally arrived at db's 10mins till midnight. we had two options. wait till 4am and pay $25 for a cab, or run outside and take the next T as far as we could get before it stopped running and hopefully only have to pay $15 for a cab from gvmt center.
apparently i thought the T was the best bet. thus begins our adventure.
time flew fast while we waited for the T in the snow. damn cold... and wet.
we waited and waited and db insisted the T wasn´t coming. i replied "if it wasn´t coming they would have sent a little truck around to the stops with a T guy hanging out the window telling us 'its not coming'."
id say about 3 minutes later, maybe 5, a little truck comes around with a T guy hanging out the window (more like rolling the window down) and tells us 'its not coming... there is an electrical problem with the lines.'
score db:1 alb:0
12:30AM
by now we've taken the BC bus to the D line and wait ever so unpatiently, soaked to the bone. db insists we´ve already missed the last D train, but im positive there has to be one more coming and it can't be later than 12:20am. we finally agree to go to dunkin' donuts and find it is now 12:45am.
score db:2 alb:0
1AM
we get a cab to the airport. at least we'll be several hours early and not late. unfortunately it cost $30 because our cabbie took the longest route he could possibly think of... back tracking at least twice. i still insisted we give him a tip.
4:20AM SECURITY CHECK at Gate A22
we see "snoop dog" trying to get through security. unfortunately, security is also trying to get through security... its a catch 22 don't you think (A22)? when no one is there to check security through security! at gate A22. Ha!
we are finally able to check in, and we do so. the Delta counter woman looks at us and asks "now, you´re both over 15?" neither of us respond and ask each other later... uh, were we supposed to respond to that?
5:31AM EXHAUSTED
going on 24 hours with out so much as a nap, db says to me "topographically free, i could expand and contract based soley on my will. i would be the greatest three manifold this world has ever seen."
thank god we were able to board the plane and get a little sleep. we were exhausted from thinking.
Monday, March 21, 2005
insync nodding to crack
i forgot to mention the concert db and i went to last night.
the band, slint, plays the blues backwards. im not certain how they learned do it... if they picked a real song and then wrote it out backwards and then played it, or if they just knew, like god knows.
anyhow, it was good music.
omg... i was watching the crowd below from the balcony and nearly died from laughing...
first, i saw one guy near the front nodding his head to the beat of the music... no big deal. then i noticed a second guy a few rows back join in... a few more joined in from various locations... then a few more... and more... until there was a sea of guys synchronistically nodding their heads to the beat.
nothing is inherently funny about this, except from above it looked like a joke. like those two club guys from saturday night live skits who do the synchronized head bobbing. omg, it provided at least an hour of entertainment so that every time db and i would look down we'd exchange glances and crack up.
god bless those nodding gents and the horses they rode in on.
wait, there is more, it gets even better.
after the show we were walking back to take the bus and passed these two guys on the street. one looked homeless and the other looked like he could be a young (30-ish) professional just back from a red sox game, out and about in his baseball cap.
the homeless-looking fellow was standing with his back to the street, facing the baseball capped young professional and frantically saying something while the young pro was holding a crack pipe and trying to light it.
db and i passed, and once at a good distance looked at each other with quizical faces and asked "was that a crack pipe?"
we agreed it was. and we agreed that we had both, for our first times ever, witnessed folks smoking crack... and doing so in public, for everyone to see as they walked by nodding their heads to the beat.
the band, slint, plays the blues backwards. im not certain how they learned do it... if they picked a real song and then wrote it out backwards and then played it, or if they just knew, like god knows.
anyhow, it was good music.
omg... i was watching the crowd below from the balcony and nearly died from laughing...
first, i saw one guy near the front nodding his head to the beat of the music... no big deal. then i noticed a second guy a few rows back join in... a few more joined in from various locations... then a few more... and more... until there was a sea of guys synchronistically nodding their heads to the beat.
nothing is inherently funny about this, except from above it looked like a joke. like those two club guys from saturday night live skits who do the synchronized head bobbing. omg, it provided at least an hour of entertainment so that every time db and i would look down we'd exchange glances and crack up.
god bless those nodding gents and the horses they rode in on.
wait, there is more, it gets even better.
after the show we were walking back to take the bus and passed these two guys on the street. one looked homeless and the other looked like he could be a young (30-ish) professional just back from a red sox game, out and about in his baseball cap.
the homeless-looking fellow was standing with his back to the street, facing the baseball capped young professional and frantically saying something while the young pro was holding a crack pipe and trying to light it.
db and i passed, and once at a good distance looked at each other with quizical faces and asked "was that a crack pipe?"
we agreed it was. and we agreed that we had both, for our first times ever, witnessed folks smoking crack... and doing so in public, for everyone to see as they walked by nodding their heads to the beat.
mexico, she insipres me
im pretty sure i slept today away. ive been sleeping pretty heavily at night. its a good feeling, except its odd and i find it challenging to wake up.
i just ate a granny smith apple... dipping it in caramel. it was 'oh so good.'
ive completed a good deal of things on my "gotta do it today" list. ive already taken care of a bunch of emailing, note writing, self-pedicuring and nail painting, and yummy snack eating.
plus ive got a few things i just added since ive still got time... including making an appointment for a hair cut, making an appointment for a massage, and checking out the schedules for the various local yoga palaces.
yeah, self-care. im noticing right now that i need it desperately. the longer i wait, the worse i feel. so, im taking action. action is my new first name!
i just ate a granny smith apple... dipping it in caramel. it was 'oh so good.'
ive completed a good deal of things on my "gotta do it today" list. ive already taken care of a bunch of emailing, note writing, self-pedicuring and nail painting, and yummy snack eating.
plus ive got a few things i just added since ive still got time... including making an appointment for a hair cut, making an appointment for a massage, and checking out the schedules for the various local yoga palaces.
yeah, self-care. im noticing right now that i need it desperately. the longer i wait, the worse i feel. so, im taking action. action is my new first name!
Thursday, March 17, 2005
directions to get out of the cold
yesterday i was having one of those "i need to pick up and move to hawaii and live on the beach right this very moment" days. they dont happen too often, but often enough.
im pretty sure this means that im done with boston. or boston is done with me. but where do i go from here?
ive been looking for a place in oregon. i dont know if i want to live in oregon or not. do i even want to live on the west coast? who knows. i do know that where ever it is that i go, i want to be in peace. i want my very own place that i dont have to share with a roommate (partners and lovers are excluded from "roommate"). i want my own home. i want to paint it all the colors i like best, whatever they may be. and i want my own yard and garden and trees and kitty. and i want to be naked. um... yeah.
and i want to be warm. for some reason i feel like boston has been a bit brutal this winter. its been very cold and for what seems like 6 months. in fact, it does begin to cool down starting in september. by october there is frost. so, being that its march, 6 months of cold. albygocougs is in need of defrosting.
all i know is that while most things are amazing right now, something isnt right. something is very not right. and that something is being here, in boston.
any psychics in the house today? i need some direction.
im pretty sure this means that im done with boston. or boston is done with me. but where do i go from here?
ive been looking for a place in oregon. i dont know if i want to live in oregon or not. do i even want to live on the west coast? who knows. i do know that where ever it is that i go, i want to be in peace. i want my very own place that i dont have to share with a roommate (partners and lovers are excluded from "roommate"). i want my own home. i want to paint it all the colors i like best, whatever they may be. and i want my own yard and garden and trees and kitty. and i want to be naked. um... yeah.
and i want to be warm. for some reason i feel like boston has been a bit brutal this winter. its been very cold and for what seems like 6 months. in fact, it does begin to cool down starting in september. by october there is frost. so, being that its march, 6 months of cold. albygocougs is in need of defrosting.
all i know is that while most things are amazing right now, something isnt right. something is very not right. and that something is being here, in boston.
any psychics in the house today? i need some direction.
Monday, March 14, 2005
breathing and knowing
i dreampt another side of a familiar dream last night. all kinds of stuff happens, but i cant remember the sequence.
it was the dream where there is a bunch of buildings along the coast - each from a different time period. im on the side the tidalwave came from last time i dreampt of it. my family was at my aunt pam's. she was very very sick and couldnt breathe, it reminds me of my grandmaQ. we had to help her everywhere she went, holding her up. i was worried b/c i didnt want her to think i didnt care. she needed an operation and after she had it she was amazingly better, although not perfectly.
i remember packing up to leave in a convertable with movie stars, the desert, a feeling like aliens are out there watching, the beautiful darkening sky and stars blossoming like flowers, having a horse, walking the coast, a feeling of longing. and then it is ancient times. we are on a sandy plateau and can see the buildings in the distance. i wonder to myself how they came to be. then looking to my right and just knowing.
it was the dream where there is a bunch of buildings along the coast - each from a different time period. im on the side the tidalwave came from last time i dreampt of it. my family was at my aunt pam's. she was very very sick and couldnt breathe, it reminds me of my grandmaQ. we had to help her everywhere she went, holding her up. i was worried b/c i didnt want her to think i didnt care. she needed an operation and after she had it she was amazingly better, although not perfectly.
i remember packing up to leave in a convertable with movie stars, the desert, a feeling like aliens are out there watching, the beautiful darkening sky and stars blossoming like flowers, having a horse, walking the coast, a feeling of longing. and then it is ancient times. we are on a sandy plateau and can see the buildings in the distance. i wonder to myself how they came to be. then looking to my right and just knowing.
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
exorsizing is a kraft
db: im eating mustard and dairy
me: um, that is gross
me: mustard and dairy?
db: yes
me: i hope by "dairy" you mean cheese
db: i do
db: i'm testing my stomach
me: oh good
me: thats acceptable
db: but it's not good for the stomach
me: although i imagine you eating processed cheese with a bunch of mustard squirted on it
db: ew, no, i'm having a sandwhich
me: like a kraft singles or something
db: ew
me: hahahahaha
db: i used to love those
me: me too
me: i used to wrap them around mini dill pickles and eat them
db: that's uber nasty
me: haha
me: no way, its seriously yummy
db: you're yummy
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not only can you get from Forest Hills to Harvard Square via bus only having to transfer once, but there are actually 2, yes TWO different ways to accomplish this.
1. Take bus 51 from Forest Hills to Reservoir, transfer to bus 86 which stops in Harvard Square before its final destination of Sullivan Square.
2. Take bus 39 from Forest Hills to Brookline Village. Cross Huntington and transfer to bus 66 which goes through Allston on its way to Harvard Square.
Can there be a third possible way? Oh yes, and if anyone can find it, its me. Stay tuned.
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believe it or not, even if you're subpoenaed you can be turned away at the door.
poor dog, prob thought he was in trouble and then wasnt even allowed in the court house to see his owner or to testify.
what i wanna know is why the hell was the guy writing his dog a letter? i mean, im not saying i wouldnt write a letter to my pet... by all means, id probably send post cards too. but who the hell read the letter to the dog? and could they be subpoenaed?
one last thing, what the hell did the letter say? i need to know!
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breaking news...
my fckg space heater broke.
its 20 degrees right now (feels like 5) and my mofo space heater broke.
do you know what keeps my room from freezing at night? my mofo space heater, thats what!
right now my toes, nose and fingers are painfully frozen. yes, painfully. i kid you not.
so, ive checked the instructions to see what to do in case the heater stops working. it says to unplug the fckr for 10 minutes and try again. i did that! it still does not work. it wants to work, but it does not.
i think the fan isnt working... the heating element prob still works but the fan isnt blowing the hot air, which makes the element overheat and the whole thing shut down. this is clearly the problem.
db: oh oh, try meditating
db: and raising your body temperature
me: i dont know where my notes are
me: i need my meditation notes or i dont know which way to do it
me: b/c breathing one way lowers your temp, and breathing the other way increases it
db: you might freeze yourself?
me: mhm
db: that's no good
me: no, no good at all
me: fuck
me: what do i do?
db: masturbating usually warms me up
me: i see
and of course, im a week past the 30 day warranty. which means i have to contact the manufacturer. do you know where these things are made? texas.
mofo texas!
two things here:
1. it will take over a month before i get my damn heater back and by then it will no longer be 20 fckg degrees out, it will be warm enough i wont need a stupid heater.
2. these people are from texas??? what in the sam hell do texans know about being cold and needing space heaters???
nothing, thats what.
nothing.
im going to have to make love to my computer to keep warm. god damn texans. making me have unnatural physical encounters with technology. i thought these people were christians?
db: maybe it's jealous and wants some unnatural lovin' for itself
me: im not sure the warranty covers that
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i think its my room. i think its my room that is doing this to me... breaking my electronic devices.
first, this room gets no heat. there is a duct but it doesnt heat the room. my room is the coldest in the house.
then a couple weeks ago, while i was still painting my room, my lightbulb went out when i switched the light on.
last week i tried to use my digital camera, tried turning it on in my room... it wouldnt work. it wouldnt even turn on. i tried fresh batteries... nothing. in fact, you'd think it was a fake camera, thats how little it worked.
then, i tried my regular camera. nothing. battery shows up as a bit low, but the thing won't even open - something it can do until the battery actually dies.
now, my heater dies.
what next???
its like my room is electrically challenged or something.
db: in dungeons and dragons we'd call it an antimagic area
thanks db. my room is antimagic. i need an exorsist.
me: um, that is gross
me: mustard and dairy?
db: yes
me: i hope by "dairy" you mean cheese
db: i do
db: i'm testing my stomach
me: oh good
me: thats acceptable
db: but it's not good for the stomach
me: although i imagine you eating processed cheese with a bunch of mustard squirted on it
db: ew, no, i'm having a sandwhich
me: like a kraft singles or something
db: ew
me: hahahahaha
db: i used to love those
me: me too
me: i used to wrap them around mini dill pickles and eat them
db: that's uber nasty
me: haha
me: no way, its seriously yummy
db: you're yummy
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not only can you get from Forest Hills to Harvard Square via bus only having to transfer once, but there are actually 2, yes TWO different ways to accomplish this.
1. Take bus 51 from Forest Hills to Reservoir, transfer to bus 86 which stops in Harvard Square before its final destination of Sullivan Square.
2. Take bus 39 from Forest Hills to Brookline Village. Cross Huntington and transfer to bus 66 which goes through Allston on its way to Harvard Square.
Can there be a third possible way? Oh yes, and if anyone can find it, its me. Stay tuned.
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believe it or not, even if you're subpoenaed you can be turned away at the door.
poor dog, prob thought he was in trouble and then wasnt even allowed in the court house to see his owner or to testify.
what i wanna know is why the hell was the guy writing his dog a letter? i mean, im not saying i wouldnt write a letter to my pet... by all means, id probably send post cards too. but who the hell read the letter to the dog? and could they be subpoenaed?
one last thing, what the hell did the letter say? i need to know!
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breaking news...
my fckg space heater broke.
its 20 degrees right now (feels like 5) and my mofo space heater broke.
do you know what keeps my room from freezing at night? my mofo space heater, thats what!
right now my toes, nose and fingers are painfully frozen. yes, painfully. i kid you not.
so, ive checked the instructions to see what to do in case the heater stops working. it says to unplug the fckr for 10 minutes and try again. i did that! it still does not work. it wants to work, but it does not.
i think the fan isnt working... the heating element prob still works but the fan isnt blowing the hot air, which makes the element overheat and the whole thing shut down. this is clearly the problem.
db: oh oh, try meditating
db: and raising your body temperature
me: i dont know where my notes are
me: i need my meditation notes or i dont know which way to do it
me: b/c breathing one way lowers your temp, and breathing the other way increases it
db: you might freeze yourself?
me: mhm
db: that's no good
me: no, no good at all
me: fuck
me: what do i do?
db: masturbating usually warms me up
me: i see
and of course, im a week past the 30 day warranty. which means i have to contact the manufacturer. do you know where these things are made? texas.
mofo texas!
two things here:
1. it will take over a month before i get my damn heater back and by then it will no longer be 20 fckg degrees out, it will be warm enough i wont need a stupid heater.
2. these people are from texas??? what in the sam hell do texans know about being cold and needing space heaters???
nothing, thats what.
nothing.
im going to have to make love to my computer to keep warm. god damn texans. making me have unnatural physical encounters with technology. i thought these people were christians?
db: maybe it's jealous and wants some unnatural lovin' for itself
me: im not sure the warranty covers that
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i think its my room. i think its my room that is doing this to me... breaking my electronic devices.
first, this room gets no heat. there is a duct but it doesnt heat the room. my room is the coldest in the house.
then a couple weeks ago, while i was still painting my room, my lightbulb went out when i switched the light on.
last week i tried to use my digital camera, tried turning it on in my room... it wouldnt work. it wouldnt even turn on. i tried fresh batteries... nothing. in fact, you'd think it was a fake camera, thats how little it worked.
then, i tried my regular camera. nothing. battery shows up as a bit low, but the thing won't even open - something it can do until the battery actually dies.
now, my heater dies.
what next???
its like my room is electrically challenged or something.
db: in dungeons and dragons we'd call it an antimagic area
thanks db. my room is antimagic. i need an exorsist.
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
stuff in my drawers
hmm... this whole putting stuff away thing is overrrated.
i dont want my stuff put away. i want it all over.
when its put away it feels like im not supposed to use it, it has to stay in its place so that everything is nice and tidy.
KL says:
"you are just supposed to put things back when you are done. er.. yeah. do you feel like whatever you cannot see in your life, you can not use? is that the real issue? a sense of immediate need."
sometimes i wonder why she is writing programs instead of providing crazy people with therapy. i mean, sure, programs are important for the world to function, but so are crazy people. wait... thats not...
anyway, it seems like if things are put away, i cant see them... and if i cant see them, maybe they arent there. no, they are there... but maybe i will forget they are there and forget to use them.
like, if my paints are put away, how will i feel like i can just start painting? there will be all this gathering of stuff and preparing that has to happen before i can actually get started. the thought of gathering and preparing could prevent me from even attempting to gather or prepare, which, with stuff put away, is essential for me to start painting.
KL says:
"but, what i'm sensing is that you are holding yourself back, creatively.. you are boxing yourself in by focusing on needing materials, gathering stuff before you can start creating, and that is the problem. you must remember you can create at any time, that isn't about materials... it is about effort."
but it is about materials! if there are no materials i cant paint. and when the materials are put away it feels as if there are none. or they have to be obtained. and that feels like work, not like fun. and i only want to have fun, not work.
i need more time to think about this. maybe even some time to try out the whole "stuff being put away" thing.
now i know why db keeps his room so messy. b/c he's insane, like me.
i dont want my stuff put away. i want it all over.
when its put away it feels like im not supposed to use it, it has to stay in its place so that everything is nice and tidy.
KL says:
"you are just supposed to put things back when you are done. er.. yeah. do you feel like whatever you cannot see in your life, you can not use? is that the real issue? a sense of immediate need."
sometimes i wonder why she is writing programs instead of providing crazy people with therapy. i mean, sure, programs are important for the world to function, but so are crazy people. wait... thats not...
anyway, it seems like if things are put away, i cant see them... and if i cant see them, maybe they arent there. no, they are there... but maybe i will forget they are there and forget to use them.
like, if my paints are put away, how will i feel like i can just start painting? there will be all this gathering of stuff and preparing that has to happen before i can actually get started. the thought of gathering and preparing could prevent me from even attempting to gather or prepare, which, with stuff put away, is essential for me to start painting.
KL says:
"but, what i'm sensing is that you are holding yourself back, creatively.. you are boxing yourself in by focusing on needing materials, gathering stuff before you can start creating, and that is the problem. you must remember you can create at any time, that isn't about materials... it is about effort."
but it is about materials! if there are no materials i cant paint. and when the materials are put away it feels as if there are none. or they have to be obtained. and that feels like work, not like fun. and i only want to have fun, not work.
i need more time to think about this. maybe even some time to try out the whole "stuff being put away" thing.
now i know why db keeps his room so messy. b/c he's insane, like me.
Saturday, March 05, 2005
spring oreos and you
i miss you already.
ive already exhausted my creative resources for the day.
ive rummaged through my art supplies and created my new lightswitch plate.
i even made a couple extras for fun.
now what?
if you were here we could take a nap, or go to roslindale, or head to boomarangs to hunt for furniture.
instead i shall eat some spring oreos. yum.
ive already exhausted my creative resources for the day.
ive rummaged through my art supplies and created my new lightswitch plate.
i even made a couple extras for fun.
now what?
if you were here we could take a nap, or go to roslindale, or head to boomarangs to hunt for furniture.
instead i shall eat some spring oreos. yum.
Thursday, March 03, 2005
money, money changes everything
i just paid rent.
i handed my check to the landlord (he was here picking up my roommate for a lunch date) and he said "thanks! how bout the deposit?"
my reply was "oh, we haven't done that yet."
i could tell he didn't understand. so i pointed down the hall, in the direction of my roommate said again "we haven't done that part yet."
he continued looking at me as if i had just mumbled something about cheese not keeping well on Jupiter and said "CM already gave me her half."
this was news to me. last time CM and i talked about the deposit, over a month ago, we were gonna have our third roommate pay it when we acquired her.
i told him id talk to CM and get back to him.
JFC, if i pay a deposit i will have no money for food. this is a serious problem. im starting to freak out. i cant afford this place if i have to pay full rent every month. we're supposed to have another roommate.
and we just got our gas and electric bills... $200 for 18 days of heat.
omg, omg, omg.
um, im gonna go do my taxes and pray i either break even or get some back.
i handed my check to the landlord (he was here picking up my roommate for a lunch date) and he said "thanks! how bout the deposit?"
my reply was "oh, we haven't done that yet."
i could tell he didn't understand. so i pointed down the hall, in the direction of my roommate said again "we haven't done that part yet."
he continued looking at me as if i had just mumbled something about cheese not keeping well on Jupiter and said "CM already gave me her half."
this was news to me. last time CM and i talked about the deposit, over a month ago, we were gonna have our third roommate pay it when we acquired her.
i told him id talk to CM and get back to him.
JFC, if i pay a deposit i will have no money for food. this is a serious problem. im starting to freak out. i cant afford this place if i have to pay full rent every month. we're supposed to have another roommate.
and we just got our gas and electric bills... $200 for 18 days of heat.
omg, omg, omg.
um, im gonna go do my taxes and pray i either break even or get some back.
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